It's not an order, it's a firmly worded request. The 'please' was just in French so every syllable was silent.

[Peter finally drops his head back slightly to take a look at the kid. Oh boy, another teenager. That means he needs to be the grown up. Instead sulking and making someone else suck it up and smile.]

Ugh. Fine. Let's hope it'll accept a mortified grimace.

[He flashes one. It works and the door opens.]

It can't distinguish, okay. Hooray for everything here only being half the cyperpunk nightmare it could be, instead of completely. At least they don't have full facial recognition.

[He shoves a shoulder against the door, so the kid can get in without smiling.]