With Alex's help before, Alucard has easily memorized how to suit himself, not particularly interested in waiting. The less time he has to spend around Alex's crew, the better. He keeps from locking eyes with Amos as much as he can; he expects the man will do the same, maybe glare at his back. Who knows.

Either way, the time has come. Alucard has just recovered enough of his strength for this with the help of so many.

His last drink had been with Kira. Though it'd been for more personal reasons, it was enough. Between him, Naoya's healing, and Revan's consistent donations, Alucard is more easily back on his feet for this.

"I will go first," Alucard says to whomever he pairs with, his voice distant.

He still isn't in top shape, but he's certainly stronger than any human present; that will have to be enough. Alucard approaches the door, taking in a deep breath before he goes in. With a deep, beastly roar, he begins to throw all of his strength onto it, fists striking at the firm metal. He thinks--

He thinks of all of his rage. Anger. Frustrations. The question why, why did it happen, why was I not good enough for you, and it helps motivate him. For a time.

Eventually, Alucard does exhaust himself. One last hiss and he throws what little he has left into one strike.

Abruptly, after several minutes of trying, he collapses to the floor, asleep. Someone may want to fetch him.