[That patronizing attitude certainly doesn't help Suffrin's mood at the moment. His cold stare lingers on the stranger for a moment before he turns back to the door. He grabs the handle and gives it a hard tug, but it predictably resists his efforts.
Fine. He's not going to waste time fighting with it. Eyes narrowing, he takes a step back and then abruptly slams a foot into the wood of the door near handle. For such a tiny thing, there's unexpected power in that kick. It busts the latch straight through the frame in a spray of splinters.]
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Fine. He's not going to waste time fighting with it. Eyes narrowing, he takes a step back and then abruptly slams a foot into the wood of the door near handle. For such a tiny thing, there's unexpected power in that kick. It busts the latch straight through the frame in a spray of splinters.]