He wasn't lingering! He was walking towards the door! York had every intention of leaving, but running did not seem like a good idea at the moment. The way her laughter rang through the empty room would've chilled him if he was made of flesh and blood.

He's about to just turn and flee when suddenly the room is upending, turning when it shouldn't and then the impact hits. The LED hidden on his chest is red and he lays there limp to assess the damage. His neck had near critical damage - if her claws had ripped further in, he'd be offline. There was the obvious skin mesh damage on his face, but now there was some hidden away under his clothes. Damage to his right ankle that would make walking difficult. Some to the shell on his back, but nothing worrying. Thank god for his clothes.

He pushes himself and now tries to make a break for it, heading straight for the door. If he didn't, she really might kill him. One hand holds the device, typing quickly on it as he moves.