[ He doesn't mind the prying. Because he's distanced himself from what happened. It's all easy to recount now, to go over the big picture and the little details– he'd been quizzed enough after he returned from South America. Every nation had gone full bore, trying to get their hands on as much information as possible. The United Kingdom hadn't been any different, especially when a handful of their collective agents had become something else. Contractors (monsters, they'd whispered). ]

More of the former. It's hard to say if there's any physical manifestation of a gateway, since getting in is nigh impossible. Only specific research departments have clearance and only the strongest of wills come back out.