This-- is a terrible idea, but his hand settles at her hip when she pulls him in, lips curling into a bit of a smile as excitement thrums through him, eagerness.

He doesn't care about the door.

The first one they come to, he's pushing it open and hoping for the best. Hopefully it won't be occupied or just a storage supply closet.

He may not care if it is simply a storage closet if it's private.