It won't matter. He punched a hole through a wall! We'll have to think of something once we shut the doors behind us.

[If he remembers right there is a panel to read dog tags on the left side of doors. Maybe next time he's running for his life he'll keep his on his wrist for easier access. Hinata tugs his dog tags out with a quick jerk of two fingers. It's lucky the cord around his neck didn't snap.]

I'm going to stop the moment we reach the panel. I'll let it read my dog tags and sling you inside.

[This could go okay. Or terrible. His biggest priority is making sure they make it out of this alive.]