[ Between his first and second okay Aerith gets in one of her own, taking up the poker after passing Steve her staff. She can feel the way she's shaking in her shoes as she gets between him and the doorway, watching his back as she promised she would. If it comes down to it, she's a very flimsy line of defense all by herself and without any magic to come to her aid, ]

Steve? [ Aerith ventures in a tense, terrified whisper. ] Steve I think it's at the door.

[ Not to make a dire situation all the more so, or anything like that. Aerith's eyes zone in on the knob in the dim light, and she wants nothing more than to believe it's her imagination and the darkness making it appear to be moving. Given their present circumstances, however, she doubts they're going to be that lucky. Doubling down the grip she keeps on the poker, wishing it was something bigger, like a chair or a nice end table, she looks over her shoulder at Steve, relief flooding through her when she sees what he's managed to accomplish. ]

You can do it, hurry. Get the other side and we can squish our way out.