He offers his hand for her to hold in a silent gesture. He looks about to say something, but changes his mind. His eyes linger on hers for a moment longer than they need to. "Come this way with me, little angel. There's a safe room this way. We'll go there, and figure out how we should get you out of here." They seem to be moving off down the left hand hallway.
There is something so familiar about the way that he moves, but also about his body shifting minutely toward perceived possibilities of danger. Papers ruffle on the floor, and he'd moved her behind him, a hand on his gun in a flash of motion. Protecting her seems paramount.