He swallowed and flinched at the sound of the gunfire, closing his eyes at first before he reopened them, something akin to pure hatred burning in them when he stepped out of the room and headed towards the foyer like they'd commanded. His hands were up but were balled into tight fists, and he always kept his body between her and them. There were three he saw, each with a weapon of their own. Those men were lucky he couldn't get to his suit or he'd have already beat them into the ground.
"Let her take care of him," he said, indicating the manager bleeding out. He didn't want to watch this man die because he'd been trying to keep the two of them safe. "She's a doctor."