No, I wasn't in the room obviously, but the door's screwed off. It wasn't an accident.

[Hayato reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a cigarette, then quickly lights it, though all with one hand. He's not moving or putting the little carbonized car down... he just... needs to hold it for the time being. He had essentially lost everything but the clothes on his back. While he's been there many times before... this was the one thing he had painstakingly kept with him.]

I'm sure you're not fucking surprised at all.

[Hayato states the last comment almost boredly as he turns away and walks to the blown-out window. Well... at least the wall was still there.]