Abby is holding still, holding her breath and half-pressed into the door frame, then pushes suddenly to her full height when she hears a body hit the ground. Realising it's Clarisse is an icy shock but she doesn't immediately rush for her, choosing to hold her ground against—

"Barrow?"

He's just standing there, confused, arms up. There's shit in the air from the door having blown off its hinges, dust and bits. Abby looks at Clarisse — unmoving — then at him, takes a step forward. Another, toward her, still watching Barrow, nervous now, blood pumping. One hand still clenched in a fist. "What the fuck?"