"Maybe," she agreed. Even knowing it was coming, Hayley still tensed a little when he picked her up. She lifted her hands to his shoulders, her arms pressed against his, to help hold onto him. It made her feel more steady to have some part in the contact, rather than to simply be at his mercy. Not a moment later, they were in front of the door and she used him to steady herself for a split second before stepping back into her own space. It was strange to her how that kind of speed was becoming easier and easier to recover from.

"Ew." She frowned up at the mess. Hayley reached into her messenger bag and pulled out a pen, then used the end of it to poke at the mess. Watching it flake to the ground, she then turned back toward Kon and the doors. "I think it's blood."

That was as much as she wanted to do with that. She moved forward to the doors instead, dropping the pen back into her bag. There was some small fear that opening the doors was what caused that blood on the wall, but she wasn't willing not to open them just because of some mess she thought might be blood. She grabbed hold of the doors' handles, but then waited, glancing over at Kon. "Ready?"