"Um, yeah, hang on." Pyrrhus looked around the debris in the hallway for something he could use. "All this shit out here... th'fuck..." Keeping his balance, he dug through a pile in a corner of the hall, finally coming up with a fire extinguisher. "Hello, irony." He went back to her door and lifted it up, feeling a pang in his shoulder for the first time as the adrenaline from the run began to wear off. He brought the fire extinguisher down hard on the lock and handle, hoping to break it off.