Reinhardt stands there holding the door like a doofus. Mostly because he doesn't know where to put it now that he's got it. He can't just drop it on the floor and putting it back would be silly. He peeks past the door, looking like Santa on steroids, and gives her a little smile before he decides to just place the door against the wall, carefully.

"Ja. I did." He'll turn around and flex one arm. His bicep is likely the same size as her whole everything. "One hundred percent German Power. But you are safe to come out now, Fraulein." He'll even step aside a little more to give the little girl (little to him, he's old) a safe pathway out.