"This is becoming a theme." Mark commented to Archer, before adding his weight to the push, more reasoned this time and less of a frantic struggle. He did push with the unbruised shoulder, since he didn't think putting unneeded extra pressure on his hurt shoulder would be a good idea. What was the door made of, solid iron?!

"Leon, you help with the other door?" Something about carrying a candle around was oddly romantic, but also sounded a little painful, if he held the candle the wrong way. Mark supposed offering a suggestion of not dripping wax on himself would be stating the obvious, though, and it did save batteries. Not that they needed them in this room, but who knew what was coming up? Maybe some kind of monster that could be set on fire?