Parker throws her shoulder against the door, shoving it closed. (Thank God for all those bales of hay she's gotten used to heaving.)

She can feel the hoards on the other side of the door. Parker turns, bracing her back against the wood and her feet against the floor, attempting to form a human doorstop.

She almost loses her footing, though, as she faces the interior of the room they have found themselves in.

Parker blinks in something like wonder.

"Oh.....wow."