In all honesty, Reinhardt hadn't been thinking about where he was charging the bomb-holder to. He'd mostly reacted instinctively, hoping to push him away. It wasn't until they careened out the window that Reinhardt was thankful that he'd lucked himself into a proper trajectory. The fact that the densely-packed studio was safe giving him a moment of relief, before the final escalation of the beeping brought him back.

Quickly, in mid-air, the old man shifted gears. Bringing his arm up, and activating his barrier field mere milliseconds before the bomb went off. The field, however, was destroyed immediately once the explosion went off. Taking the brunt of the damage, as the explosion pushed the old man away with enough force for him to slam against the outer wall of the studio, leaving an indent.

Something that, despite himself, made the old man chuckle.

"S-Suicide bombers..." He said with a chuckle, before coughing violently. Something wet heard in his helmet, as he continued. "Can't... have a kidnapping without it..."

Of course, his adrenaline was pumping so hard, he hadn't noticed yet that his armor was destroyed in places. That his field hadn't taken all the damage, and that he was hurting. There was red liquid on some parts of his body, mostly prominent on his arm. An arm which, he very quickly realized... he couldn't move.

"... I... might be in trouble..."