As though the torn apart room wasn't sign enough. Jasper might not have known that face, but he wasn't going to stay in this mess any longer; he was already several attempts into throwing himself at the door, shoulder bruised and knuckles and fingers bleeding from the bent and twisted metal he'd used to batter the window first. He threw himself against the door face first when he saw the figure approach, hands pressing smears of dark, dead blood on the glass and red eyes wide and panicked, one fist coming away to start pounding before he didn't even have to demand the attention. He only nodded wildly, clearly reluctant to step any further away from his chance at freedom before he peeled himself off of the door for the stranger to do whatever damage it took to get out.
There wasn't much left in here for Jasper to destroy.