The scene might've been comical if they weren't trapped in a strange place with no idea how they'd gotten there. The cramped space meant a lot of accidental elbow jabs and, at one point, they almost bumped foreheads. A few of Hank's curses were met with quiet 'sorry, Lieutenant's though they began to sound less sincere and much more mechanical after the first few.

"I'll try applying pressure to it," He stated, shimmying a little to get his back against the wall opposite the grooved wall, the movement requiring another apology or two.

Once he'd calculated the best position to be in in order to apply the most pressure, he put his hands and one foot up against the grooved wall and started pushing. It wasn't often that androids revealed their full capabilities, it tended to be off-putting to humans, though Hank had witnessed some of it during chases. Connor's 'strength' was backed by engineering, hydraulics and metal, and the walls once again started groaning and creaking as he pushed. He grimaced slightly, a few warnings starting to pop up on his interface, but the wall, or maybe it was actually a door, was starting to give and bend, bowing outward. It was a separate piece, so bending it had broken the air tight seal and they could see out through the cracks where the piece of metal was no longer pressed flush against the rest of the box.

A fifth warning popped up, his joints and metal frame were likely to be damaged if he continued, forcing him to ease back with a scowl. As much as he wanted to get them free, damaging himself wouldn't do either of them any good. His 'breathing' was unusually audible, bringing in air to help cool his overheating core.

"You're not in danger of suffocating anymore," He pointed out, LED flickering blue as he examined the bowing sheet, calculations about it popping into his head, "I should be able to break it after my core temperature lowers."

This wasn't a failure. Not yet. He refused to let it be. He could get them out of here and he was determined to.