"It is totally fine," Nitou chimes in with easy reassurance. He doesn't care what the Stylists think; this is a deathmatch arena. Clothes should be the least of their worries, even if he's glad they're not in this naked. He wouldn't put it past the Capitol to decide to chuck them in there naked, and he does not want to see some of these dudes without any pants on.

But hey, door duty, he's got this. He's so got this. "Alright, stand back!" Not that he's moving particularly quickly, but he's moving better than Haruto and Gary are. Still, it takes several kicking attempts before the door finally caves, and Nitou's breathing like he's just run a marathon. "See? Piece of cake..."