Anyway, as people went in and out, the door rotated.
Identification was made and before they reached the lock the immense outer door rotated ponderously.
A moment later the door was rotating again, opening wide.
The transparent lift came to a stop, and a curved door rotated open.
The door rolled closed again and they heard the inner sleeve and the outer door rotate together.
The door is rotating.
Manual revolving doors rotate with pushbars, causing all wings to rotate.
Eleven togs; twelve; thirteen togs, and the door rotated slowly to the side, rolling like the docking airlocks in the station arms.
A minute later, the door was rotating again, outward.
He was in it for a couple of seconds, then the door rotated open and he stepped out, frowning, into a dimly lit space full of boxes and equipment that somehow looked vaguely familiar.
