The only thing that surprises Jared about her taking off the heels is how long it took her to decide to do it. How women can wear those things is beyond him. He'd break his neck falling. Jared keeps a tight hold on her hand as they move forward so that if she slips, she won't fall all the way down. At least, hopefully not, because he has no way of knowing if he'll be able to stay on his feet with these crappy dress shoes on, since they haven't got any treads.

"Babes, let's just leave. There's probably like a hundred of those heads we'd have to break," he calls back over the water. It isn't that he doesn't want to try so much as he's pretty sure he can't hold up her weight like that. He might be nice to look at, but he doesn't ever bother working on his body so he has a bad feeling that she tried to stand on his shoulders, they'd both wind up on the floor and he doesn't want her to know that. "Here, look, there's the door."

His free hand extends to grab the doorknob, turning it. Or...trying to. It doesn't turn. It's locked.

Jared looks around the immediate area for a power box. Those sprinklers are probably on a timer, but the timer probably has an emergency off switch, he just has to find the controls. Or, you know, try not to make an idiot of himself possibly dropping this woman if she tries to climb onto his shoulders to break them which might or might not work, anyway. "Shit..."

This time, when he feels the brush against his leg, it's aggressive and he can't just kick it off. When he looks down, there's a vine wrapping its way up his calf like a snake. "What the fuck? Get off!" He lets go of her hand to pry off the vine and the he turns to the door, slamming his hands against it. "Open the fucking door!" he bellows at whoever might hear it.