A glass vial shattered downstairs. There was an exclamation of glee, then a pause, and the sound of footsteps storming up the stairs accompanied by swearing. Gerard grabbed hold of the door knob, and, finding it locked, struggled with it viciously; then the rattling stopped. A second later, the door knob was smashed from it's socket by a hammer Gerard carried; he strode over to the window and slammed it shut viciously. "Don't - try me!" He yelled, then walked back downstairs. There was a hissing sound.
A minute later, he returned, body shaking, but otherwise looking calm. "Take it." He insisted, holding out a tray laden with food. "Your meal."