"I tried bleeding out," Daniel says, now running his hands thoughtfully over the door. "Several times. Didn't stick. Maybe if we try ramming it." The last sentence is directed primarily at the door, it having captured his full attention. "Not sure if we can get it open by sheer force but it's worth a shot, right?"

He can always try and go for a pair of scissors but he's never really succeeded in anything like that. It's always been pens, paperclips, post-its, other small miscellany.