Peter was feeling a huge sense of relief once the door opened, and like Iris couldn't quite leave fast enough just in case it decided to close up on them again. Once they were out he closed his eyes and took a breath. What the hell had just happened there? What was that even about?
He wanted to ask if Iris was okay, but it was obvious she wasn't, it was plainly obvious he wasn't either. This whole thing was pretty terrible, and he was seriously debating packing up a suitcase and going back to Texas on the first flight he could get. He didn't take off immediately, he wanted to make sure that Iris got home okay. It wasn't far, but she didn't look well at all. And he couldn't help feeling more than responsible for that, he should have tried a whole lot harder to find a different way out of that room rather than thinking it was a good idea for his friend to shoot at him, or for someone else to shoot at his other friend.