Sara went inside the building, propping the door open with her foot as she waited for him to enter behind him. Something nagged at the back of her mind about 'helping strangers' and all that. But the former CSI in her was fighting back, saying that he was injured and she had to help somehow.

Besides, Naja had given her a weapon, and she would be able to use it if she needed, the gun tucked at her side, hidden under the sweater she was wearing.