[as far as accidents are concerned, he's really not all that phased by the things that happen to people. he's surrounded by some of the smartest idiots in the known universe. things like this aren't out of the ordinary in the least, but even he can agree that for two people just getting to know each other, this is definitely a case of bad timing on the whole lack of clothing front. it's not how he would've pictured it potentially happening either.
as for her question, he can in fact help her. which is why he fiddles around under said sarong to reveal a well-worn zippered pouch — as for how he's managed to keep said set of lock picks hidden under there, the world may never know.] Yeah. I can give you a hand. Never leave home without these babies.
[tucked carefully behind the actual picks themselves is a little electronic card with wires on the end which leads to a control box. he slips the card inside and taps a few buttons. with a little faith, trust, and — nope looks like the first attempt isn't working as the little red light taunts him with it's annoying flash that says the door is still in fact locked.]
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as for her question, he can in fact help her. which is why he fiddles around under said sarong to reveal a well-worn zippered pouch — as for how he's managed to keep said set of lock picks hidden under there, the world may never know.] Yeah. I can give you a hand. Never leave home without these babies.
[tucked carefully behind the actual picks themselves is a little electronic card with wires on the end which leads to a control box. he slips the card inside and taps a few buttons. with a little faith, trust, and — nope looks like the first attempt isn't working as the little red light taunts him with it's annoying flash that says the door is still in fact locked.]
Well damn. Usually works just fine back home.