Steadying himself, Dave just shrugged, poker face already back in place. He spared the broken-off end of the sword only a glance before kicking it aside, though he notably held onto the half with the hilt.

"Sorry for being a pretty average height and weight for a teenage human male," he said, not sounding particularly bothered. "We can't all be cyborg bodybuilders. And I dunno about you, since I clearly don't have the same experience with being unnecessarily buff, but 'shrimpy' can totally get through that gap already. Check it."

Neatly, he ducked through the space between Shiro's body and the doorframe. Keep up, old man, there's people to save and shit.