[He grits his teeth and makes angry faces. He does not appreciate being the butt of Fate's jokes. It pisses him off. But -- he hopes like Hell that Ilsa will do this right. He doesn't want to learn later he had her brains for dinner...]

[He cracks the door open, sets it to re-lock behind him, clears his path with a couple shots from the airguns, then races out, slamming the door behind him as he goes.]

Love you, liebchen! Shoot straight!