He's coming, he's coming. Even if he shies aside a little at Rogers' touch, looking a little wild-eyed as he bumps into the door frame. But then he's skuttling out, fumbling for the detonator for the C4. The house is already coming down, but he'll be happy to finish it off.

Only once he's sure it's safe. He turns, once he's clear of the rickety porch, looking behind him. "Is everyone out."