[Hank watches him for a moment. Then he looks at the door, tries to figure out where the lock is, and-]

Hey, back up a second.

[He was going to just do it, but getting knifed in the leg is a little more than he wants in his day. Then he kicks. It's a really solid kick, the kind of kick designed to take down a door in one try, and it does about as much damage as he expected it to.]

Yeah. Didn't think so. Felt good, though.

[He rubs his knuckles against his forehead. It didn't do his head any favors, but it did slip just a sliver of that buzzing urge to move out from under his skin. Just a little bit, just for a second. But-]

How about I just do that for a while? Unless you really can pry that thing open.