[He spins to face her, his anger immediately turning to fear as she's forcefully pulled to the floor.] Son of a bitch. [He hisses breathlessly, reaching the room just in time to have the door forcefully slammed in his face.] Jo! Hold on! [He tries the knob before slamming into the door with his shoulder, the solid oak sending a shock of pain down his arm that he barely registers as he tries again and again. He takes a few steps back, aiming at the door and firing a few rounds into the door.]