Chivalry. That was what her mother called it when boys acted like this. Nyota just called it annoying. She might have understood why he was doing what he was doing if he thought that he was stronger and more prepared than she was to defend herself, but she wasn't exactly helpless. She was smart, and she was quick. And she'd have to kill one of those automated lions in six years, so she might as well prepare herself for it with anything that might end up in their way.
That was, if she could handle it. If not, she'd be more than happy to let him deal with the situation.
By the time that he had turned to face her, the scowl that had been aimed at his back had faded into a vague and neutral expression as she stepped out into the hall behind him and looked around. There were other doors. They couldn't be alone.
"Maybe they're in their rooms, too," Nyota said, pointing to the door directly across the hall before casting a glance in each direction. "Ten doors per hallway. Two people per room. Twenty people per floor. We're on at least the second. Assuming those stairs at the end of the hallway go to more than just the roof, there's at least three floors. That's sixty people in this building alone. And judging from the number of buildings there were outside..."