The doors are hard to open with the wind slamming into them, too. Throwing both of them, running, stumbling, forward into the doors, but slamming the high force of those gusts straight into the doors, too. Making it a fight to get those doors open and a struggle to pull them closed just as hard against the winds, until they are enough into the wind again and the wind slams them closed just as hard as it was slamming against keeping them closed.

"I'd still take killer wind over killer bunnies." Jo said, gasping from the running, back against the door. Pushing up as her eyes went over the other people who were already in the room, too. The way they weren't the only ones with this idea, and the idea they were all pushed somewhere raising the hairs on the back of her neck. A trap? With them all rounded up? Except they had all started in one spot, too.

"Actually, I probably wouldn't." There's a head bobble from side to side. "I'd know what were dealing with then, at least."