*stumbles after you, despite every instinct telling him to dive under the table for cover*
*catches up to you just outside (and there are windows cracking, breaking, falling) (people yelling, cars honking)* *experiences a moment of complete displacement (haven't I seen this before?) just as he snags your arm* Gemma, don't!
*pulls you down to the sidewalk and holds you close out of sheer protective instinct* *rather calmly, though his heart is racing* Don't run. It'll be over in a minute.