[Oh, believe me, he'd definitely thought about punching through the doors. And trying to slice his way through with his claws. And trying to burn through them. He'd thought about a lot of (mostly very violent) ways to get into the places that this station apparently wanted him out of, but he so far hasn't gone through with any of them. Ryo'd reminded him to keep everything related to that part of himself under wraps. There's no telling how people might react, after all, and there's no place to run in here.

...But that hadn't stopped him from attempting to use his (certainly not insignificant) strength to push or pull into a locked door, and here he is.

He's lucky he's mostly embarrassment-proof. The initial flustering he'd gone through is already over, and he just accepts that, well, this might as well happen.]

Sure as hell feels like metal. [He tries to move his fingers again, though it's a strict impossibility; he flinches as bones and muscles screech in protest along the highways of his nerves.] I, uh, [just a moment for his frown to deepen before he continues,] I was pushing on the door, and it... it seemed to turn into somethin' different, and then my arms just sank into it, and then it turned into metal again.

[A brief pause...]

I know it sounds stupid, but that's what happened.