At her comment, Jared looks around a little. "...yeah, no, I think you're right. I think we need to get out before it turns back on again. Who knows how long that timer was set or how often it's supposed to go off," he replies, frowning as they start to move closer to the door. He can see it, but it's still several yards away.

"I'd give you my jacket, because you look like you're freezing, but it's back in that dining room," he says almost apologetically. Women really get the shit end of the fashion stick, don't they? Jesus, even Jared can see the goosebumps on her skin. This time, he gives her the little reassuring squeeze. "We're nearly there. That door's gotta open. One of them has to open."

He hopes.

Once they get to the door, Jared lets go of her hand when he reaches for the knob, partially because he's expecting to need both hands to get the damn thing open, but the knob turns easily and he pushes it open with a creepy creak. Jared reaches back for Sharra again so that they don't end up getting separated before they can both get out of this room. If it's dangerous when they're there to help one another, he doesn't want to think about what would happen if one of them was trapped in here alone and that sprinkler system turned back on... "Come on, we'll just keep looking for another door," he assures her as they move into the hallway again. "...maybe we can find osme dry clothes somewhere."