Aaron didn't like being in R1's hallway. He lost a couple shades of color on his face, and his jaw stayed taut, but he didn't freeze. He put a hand out again, reluctantly this time, and brushed the air in front of the door. "Yeah. She's in there." Aaron enthusiastically shoved his hand back into his jacket, and then looked at Rosalie. "How come you want to help?" He jerked his head toward the apartment. "It's gotta be hell in there."