Max rolled onto her feet the second Fawkes' attention turned toward Thomas and the door, and she rushed to close the nursery door, rather than going for a weapon. The priority was an odd one for her, and it stilled her for a second - instinct over training. But, then, the nursery door was closed and Fawkes was going out the window.
A mere second later, she grabbed Thomas' arm as he moved to follow, fingers gripping the fabric of his suit sleeve. "Everyone saw you walk in here. You can't. Not in that suit," she said with a small shake of her head, her other hand locked in a death grip on the doorknob to the nursery.