The inside of the building seemed almost eerily quiet after the shrieking siren and the screaming of the wind, though both were still somewhat audible even through the door and the wall.

Nerys leaned her back against the wood, let her head fall back with a soft clonk from skull-on-material. She closed her eyes for a second to compose herself, half-hoping that opening them would change the situation. It didn't, of course, but there was always that inescapable thread of hope, even after all the shit she had seen.

Eyes opening, she squinted, looking around through the faint mist of dust motes, focusing finally on the man she'd entered the room alongside. "No fucking kidding," she replied, then checked the sound of his breathing. "Are you going to be okay?"

Not that she had any hypos or inhalers to help, but she had to ask.