Eliot was as clueless about the identities of the people on the other side of the door as they were about his. The man carrying the injured woman seemed to know Micah, but that meant nothing to Eliot. His eyes wandered down to the woman, and within seconds he knew that the blood had been hers. And by extension, the vines as well.
Another one of the building's strange mysteries, undoubtedly.
Iris's grip on his arm was still vice-like, and he turned back to check that she was okay. "We heard screams," he replied to the other man. They didn't need to know that Iris had heard the woman. Eliot's eyes flicked to Micah, trying to communicate silently. You got this?