Zacharie squatted down, as if he was about to tie his shoelaces. Which he promptly did, they were getting a bit loose. As he stood up, however, he pulled out a metal implement that he had holstered away by his ankle and returned his attention to the lock.
As he began jamming the scalpel into the lock, trying to jimmy it open (and quietly swore as he realised perhaps it would have been better if he just dug through his pack for a hacksaw), a quiet voice made itself known and he all but froze, the lock in his hand and the now mangled tool in the other.
He turned around, to see an Elsen armed with a toolbox watching him curiously. The one who had been watching the pedalo ride, from the looks of things.
It was a tense moment, at least from Zacharie’s perspective. But eventually he decided to respond.
“ Ah̶.͏ ̶Y̷es,͝” he said, jabbing at the lock’s direction with the mangled scalpel. “͝I'v̨e los̵t ͠t͟he̴ ̷k̀e͡ys̨, a̴s yo͢u͠ can ́se͠e.͞ “
It was obviously a blatant lie, but at the same time, sort of a truth.
The elsen offers a shy sort of smile, not seeming to regard the ruined scalpel. And, luckily for Zacharie, Jerome is ever oblivious to the lie.
“I-It’s okay! That kind of thing happens...”
He approaches the door, stopping to place his toolbox down and retrieving a screwdriver from inside.
“Err, luckily locks aren’t that hard to get around if you have the means... I’d suggest looking around for the keys but you seem in, uh, a hurry so...”
He doesn’t bother continuing, instead moving closer to the lock to start unscrewing the lock altogether.
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