And that was definitely what he did. He wandered around, poking and prodding at a few things that could maybe be used to prop the door shut better. He didn't notice her looking back at him, and while she was busy swimming in the giant rain coat, he was swimming in rain and blob. It was pretty gross, really. It was like someone was pouring a giant vat of shower gel from the sky, and there was no clean water to wash it away.
"Morgan," he repeated with a nod. He couldn't really say that he was glad to meet her... Under any other circumstance, yes. But right now? Not so much. So, "glad to have your help."
And he hadn't meant to be dodgy about texting back! He just.. He was scared, alright?? And he needed to let someone know where they were!
Straightening up and tugging at a grill panel from a drainage system, he bit at his lip with determination as he gave it a few hard pulls before staggering backward with it. Fuck his leg, but hooray! Success! He beamed and turned to start hobbling back toward her, "someone's on their way?"
Shit.
The door.
So much for reinforcing it with the small metal panel. And so much for being calm. Fumbling with the grill in his hands, he dropped it and briefly thought about running. But where??
Reaching back to pull the hammer from his back pocket, Graham looked to Teagan and then back to the small group that was pushing their way through the doorway.