Knowing the room didn't have anything interesting to shoot at, and somewhat glad that he didn't have to do anything after a long cool-down period from their last fire-fight, Heavyarms makes his way to the lobby, kicks around for a bit, then heads back down stairs. Those monkeys were messed up, and there was most likely something interesting to hear about down there at least. His psychosis seemed to be wearing off, so he had to find
something to distract him, in any case.
Coming down the stairs with casuality, stepping over the dead monkeys with a similar look of non-phased normality on his face, he looks at the bloody, brutally stained bathroom, the horrifically scratched door. Back to his teammates.
"So, find anything interesting?" as he asks, he looks around for anything at all, checking the ceiling for holes or scratches before looking at the one closed door, thinking for a moment, and then seeming to prep himself once again by pointing the machine gun at the door and giving a casual nod towards his teammates.
"Let's see this one..." And thusly, he kicks it. Though he doesn't break it, he can hear some damage done with the bang. The door still shut, he simply steps back.
"Well, I feel sheepish..."