Johnny staggers aside, somewhat indignant at being shoved, but in no place to complain about it on top of everything else. He watches Ianto work, chewing his lip nervously, wondering how quickly he's going to change his mind about being shot if they can't get out - jesus, he hopes they can get out - and deciding, while Ianto is giving him advice borrowed from Peter Pan, that this man is completely insane.

But, hey look at that, he got the door open. Sort of. Wedging himself in the space, presumably while it tries to snap shut on him, is not something Johnny would ever want to attempt, and he probably isn't strong enough to do it anyway. So hell, points for that, he supposes. He doesn't waste any time dropping down and crawling between the man's knees, hurling himself through and into a new room, which - oh. This one's quite nice. Nothing like the last one.

He sits on the floor and stares around himself, momentarily lost in the sheer surprise. He can't smell smoke or sense any indication of fire beyond what's showing through the half-open door. This room is like a different universe. A master bedroom, from the look of it, a massive four poster bed with a canopy and several options of doors - at a guess, it would be closet, bathroom, actual exit, and... where'd they just come from? Study, perhaps? That makes an amount of sense.