Come on. Me and you, maybe we can come up with a plan to make them come out. Just not here, okay?

[With her eyes off the door, Prompto tries to gently usher her back out into the hall. Not really pushing, barely touching, even. They've approached injured, wild chocobos this way, gotten close enough to powerful talons and quick beaks to crack a potion open over their wounds.]

You can tell me what's going on if you want and I'll see what I can do.