Altair pulled the lockpicks out of his belt. He always carried them, and would have an interesting time explaining if he was ever caught with them, but that never stopped him. Ari might be quicker at lockpicking, if Altair was going to be completely honest with himself—she did have more practical experience, after all—but Altair was no bad hand himself. After only a few seconds of working the padlock on the warehouse, it popped open, and the door slid open easily. "Got it," he called to Ari.
Replacing his lockpicks, Altair stood aside for Ari to enter first. "After you," he said with a sweeping gesture.