His head lifted a bit, eyes scanning over the bucket and then T'Challa himself, pushing himself up to stand- "Slosh it over the floor and their feet. Might be the best bet, and at worse it might keep them stuck in place long enough for me to get this going."

Shoulders were already rolling, working himself a little loose, getting rid f built up tension as he moved to take a hold of the door knob—

"Won't be pretty, but let me know when you're ready for me to get this door open."