Damien sighed although it might not easily be heard through that thick door. "No, I can probably open it. I want to hear your report first because I'm not doing that until I know I won't have to put myself back into here again."

This was rather embarrassing if he wasn't caught in the fear of the moment, trapping himself into a room and blocking it off with an old couch of all things. It was preposterous to even think about and he was in no hurry to remove it, even less to have someone do it for him.

"You may begin with what happened. How did they get in?" Damien settled down again, back to the couch -it's side, sitting on the floor, couch between him and the door- and placed the gun down beside him. It seemed like he won't be needing it again soon.