Bernie was still sniffling as she approached her classmate. It was a dumb idea, but it was worth a short, wasn't it? "H-hey, Ingrid? Do you remember that time you broke down my bedroom door?" They might be in a strange place with things they'd never seen before, but metal was still metal, right? "Do you think you could maybe try breaking the handcuffs like you did my door?"
She almost hadn’t noticed her approaching, at first. Her energy was meek and, in simple words, that of a wallflower, so the voice comes to her as a surprise. Ingrid hears the sniffling before the words, and she turns, still rubbing her hand gently over her wounds. In all honesty, it does take a moment for Ingrid to remember that. She pauses, her face flushes, and she opens her mouth to speak. “Oh, yes, that...” well, she had ended up fixing her door (even sturdier than before, if she’d say so herself!), so the thought counted. “I remember.” What was the point of bringing that up now? It hardly seemed related to—
Ah.
Ingrid frowns, slightly; she’s skeptical of the idea, to say the least. Her eyes travel towards the cuffs and for a moment, she struggles against them— tugs her wrists apart and flexes all the muscle on her arms with nearly all the strength she has left. She doesn’t feel the skin on her wrists freed; instead, the hard push of cold metal on her hands and a disappointing load of frustration. Ingrid shrugs, sheepish, towards Bernadetta. “I don’t think so. This metal seems to be sturdier than the metal back at the academy, so no such luck, I suppose,” Ingrid glances towards Lorenz. “I mean, if a crest-enhanced fire spell didn’t do the trick, I’m not sure if I can manage by brute strength alone...”