Her voice came from inside, and he almost laughed, just a single burst of low sound, pounding on the door once before stopping, finally realizing exactly what he was doing. Completely oblivious to the bodies in the vicinity, resting half slumped against the door frame, either palm against it. His head was spinning, trying to hear what was going on inside as she fought with the barred door. It was one of the longest instances of ten seconds he had ever known.<br/><br/>The door started to move and he snapped upright, and started, half moving before it even cleared the path.<br/><br/>Celeste hit him and stopped him mid stride, and he wrapped her up in his arms without hesitating for even a second, making a choked sound- he wasn't entirely sure if it was a laugh or a sob- and lifted her up, making a quick spin, doorway, bullet holes, and blood spatter be damned. Hardly anything the rest was important at all, laying his head next to her and squeezing Sam in as tight to him as she'd get, finally letting his body sag, shoulders slumping as more tension than he cared to think about spilled over him, and with a sudden wave of dizziness, he couldn't help but start chuckling. And after a moment, of course, he noticed his chin was on bare skin.<br/><br/>If she could be bothered to the arduous task of prying herself away for a moment, Rayner would sweep off his coat in a practiced motion and lay it over either shoulder, like draping her in a blanket, before holding to her shoulders and pulling her close again, still chuckling as he kissed her quickly on her left cheek, followed by her right, and then the left again.<br/><br/>He'd forgotten about the audience, for a moment. Then again, the fact that he hadn't swept the room at shotgun point before grabbing her said something too.