Meredith shakes her head, hurrying over to him almost before he's got the door open with a quick backward look at the damaged lock. "I'm okay," she says, hands on his arms and her wonder at what he can do pushed aside at the question. She isn't about to get him more riled up by fussing over how she's been treated. It was bad, it could have been worse, it's over; all that matters is he's here. "I'm fine. Just a little shaken." That's to be expected, though, she thinks, when she still doesn't know where she is or why. She glances over her shoulder to make sure no one else is coming after them, then back to him, gingerly touching his cheek. They've laid more than a finger on him, that much is clear, and she gets it now, the urge to lash out and hurt someone back, though he doesn't need her to defend him. "Was that all of them? What is this?"