"I do not know." Piotr said, honestly. "I did not take the time to stop and find out."
He had figured it would be. The man worked quickly, a glance back showed Piotr what he was doing, and he approved. The lock picks would work fast, though he couldn't help but thinking breaking the door down would be even faster. Then, though, there would be no door. They needed the door.
Once inside, once the duck was dispatched, Piotr let the metal slide away from his skin, becoming the fairly normal, if not very large, man he was on a day to day basis.
"I am Piotr." He offered, looking at his jacket, his shirt, both ruined. He shook his head. The pants had survived, but only barely. There were some popped seams. They could be fixed.
"There is much going on to be unhappy about, Cas. Much. My clothing and our current situation are just small points."