Inessa's lips form a thin line, well-understanding Garahel's vendetta against the door so she nods, giving him permission for another big push. His sizable bulk thuds into the door, breaking the hinges off and sending the door to the ground with a loud thud. Panting, the mabari glances around and then goes to lick at Christine's hand. See, she's safe now.

Following him inside, Inessa coughs as that commotion stirred up some dust, trying to wave it away. Still, that's preferable to someone being trapped inside. "That's it, we need to have the doors bolted open for the time being. Are...you alright?"