"Meredith," Sean calls, his voice gone hoarse from strenuous use, as he hurries to her side. There are a few seconds where his relief at seeing her swallows up everything else, but he forces it down in a hurry. He's got to play this doubly smart now that his isn't the only life on the line. He can't afford to let her down again.

"Get back," he orders, fiddling with the lock for a moment before he hits it with a tightly concentrated beam of sound, causing it to warp and unlatch itself. It's harder on his throat, but he's hesitant to take the battering ram approach with her so near. "Are ye alright?" he asks in a hurry as he swings the door open. "I swear ta God, if anyone's so much as laid a finger on ye..."