Use a little bit of shoulder grease

With a piercing scream, Claire ran straight to the door and ran her shoulder into the door. The door held but not its rusted hinges. With a loud snap, Claire and the door fell through to the other room. Claire ignored the pain flaring in her shoulder and scrabbled to her feet. By the time she did, the Baryonyx slammed into the doorway. Unable to fit through, it used its hands and long mighty claws to try and grasp at Claire.