[A smirk flickers across Sherlock's face. Much of one. It sounds like something he'd say. At least they both have the necessary cavalier attitude for this.

He glances between the door and the progress he's making. The ropes finally give way, and he awkwardly lifts himself with his hands so Bradbury can slip his legs free.]

Our powers are blocked here, but there's nothing unusual about that door. If we can't open it normally, there must be a trick to it.

[Not that kicking down a door is the normal way to leave a room, but never mind that.]