Jake laughed at Sunila's question. "No, I still got the same number of arms. And legs, too." He moved closer as she kept talking, not surprised as a control panel suddenly lit up, covered in all kinds of weird symbols. The doors freaking out was new, though.
"Holy shit, yeah, I see it. Hang on," he replied, his mind quickly looking through his very recent memories to see what sort of stuff was floating about. One of the things that looked a bit like scrap metal was wedge-shaped, so Jake decided it would be best. "Are you near the top or the bottom of the closet?" he asked, reaching out behind him to catch the thick sheet of metal so that he could guide it into the right position to jam the doors open and Sunila could escape without getting squashed.
"Tommy or Sookie'd be useful here," he pointed out as he directed the metal into place and shoved it in tight with the Force. His niece and nephew could probably just ask the doors to stop moving and they'd do it; Jake was nowhere near as polite.