Pree rubbed his back. Dieter wasn't shaking, but that didn't mean he wasn't in shock. A drink or two wouldn't hurt, but Pree resolved to keep an eye out if they became too many. And to ensure that Dieter hydrated, as well.
A picture of the night's events began to form as Dieter spoke. He gave no details of his allies, but it was easy to surmise he hadn't done this alone, or with just one person. He'd tried to open the door. The door hadn't opened. Whoever kept it locked had clearly responded to the alarms and - fire and ice, after that.
"If that body upstairs is any indication, fighting is the last thing you should have done. You tried your best... But why, darling? What was behind that door?"