Following is easy. Following her? Even easier. It takes nothing at all for her to guide him out of there and when they're out of view he does flinch at the uproar. At making a scene, he hadn't wanted to, he hates when people speculate but none of that is running through his head at the moment. Breathing. Breathing and finding somewhere secure. That's important- and Carolina takes care of half of that for him easily.

Up the stairs, waiting where she rests him, in two three out five six seven and it's not soothing, it's not settling but when the room is locked, the room is dim and she tells him they're clear? He doesn't so much walk to the sofa as lurch in it's direction, dropping to sit, face pressed into his hands as he focuses on his breathing. Secure. They're secure. Perimeter held. No bullets, no explosions, no nothing.

They're fine.

"Jesus christ."