Grunting in lieu of a proper response, Dylan follows him out into the hallway, otherwise silent. He throws a glance down the hallway, hesitating, as if he expects their luck, so far, to change, and every door on this floor to open, spilling more tourists onto them. After a beat or two of relative calm, however, he relaxes, albeit marginally, and turns back to the door, pulling it shut more quietly than Merritt did with the last one, perhaps, but with the same pulse of magic at the end, effectively jamming the lock.

When he turns back to Merritt, it's to grab one of his arms and start hauling him down the hallway. "C'mmmon."