Don't worry. How on earth is he supposed to do anything but worry? That's his little girl, that's his daughter...

But the voice does bring some thought to register. He presses his hard "palm" to the door.

"T-tobias...?" Key. The key. No time to ask how they got here without remembering him. "Old? Like an antique. He keeps it close. Someone came in here with it to check, but they might have passed it back by now..."