Connor didn't react to the light, no squinting, no flinching, his pupils just constricting to adjust for the shine of the flashlight. His chest expands and contracts a few more times until the warnings about overheating subside.

He gave Hank a single, curt nod.

"The metal is strained. It's close to breaking," He said, looking at the areas where the sheet was still attached to the closet walls. He tilted his head slightly to get a better look, making a more accurate assessment, "Pushing here will be the most effective."

He looked to Hank as he placed his palms against the bent metal, ready to follow the lieutenant's lead when he was ready to start pushing.