He takes that hand on his shoulder as a warning of sorts, stopping where he is, going completely still and not daring to move a muscle - unless his tongue running slowly over his lower lip to moisten it while he waits counts. It's not hard to figure what they're doing, and while he's not quite as irritated as Anders is about the whole thing, there's a certain level of impatience on his end while he waits for them to go along their business.

When they do move on, he lets out a silent sigh of relief and starts up again. However, with those guards being in not ideal positions, he's extra cautious, and crossing those several meters seems to take a small eternity. But finally they get to the door, making it time for the last part of the plan - the part where Anders unlocks the door and he keeps an eye out for trouble. Before he gets started, though, his eyes drop for a moment to the ground below, looking for something he can use as a distraction if it's needed. There's some stones there, large enough that they could be thrown to make noise, but still small enough that it'll be hard to actually see them while they're in the air. He picks up one, hefting it experimentally in his hand before curling his fingers around it and leaning in to whisper to Anders, making sure to keep his voice quiet enough that it won't carry.

"Right, you're up. See what you can do about getting that door open, and I'll keep watch and distract them if need be."