[Without the rain misting them, Gilbert lowers his arms and rests his jacket back over his shoulders, quickly slipping his arms back through the sleeves as he rushes over to the door. It's easy enough to open, but he still does so carefully to be sure that it doesn't fall apart, tumble off the hinges or bump into anything that might be obscuring it in the dark. Once it's open, he holds it there and gestures with his head for her to follow him in.
He's still got a slightly bad feeling about this, but he's not complaining. Out loud.]
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He's still got a slightly bad feeling about this, but he's not complaining. Out loud.]