Carrie lands on her feet, gymmnast light, catlike. She doesn't seem at all offended by his terseness or dumping her out as Carrie joins the effort to close the door. No, everything about this just has the ring of familiarity to her... except the chairs. The chairs are wild.

One little chair leg tries to stick out, but inexorably the door grinds over it in a way any subway metro car would be proud of. There's a weird wooden thudding noise that Carrie's going to try not to think about too much.

She grins up at him, unfazed. "Thanks for the save, sir. Those chairs were right nasty, never thought I'd be saying that."