Shae almost tripped over his own feet at her suggestion. Not that assumed she was incapable of finding a solution; he'd known quite a few mechanically-inclined broads in his day, his grandmother and sister being prime examples. But...he had just given that lock a pretty thorough jostling, so what could she possibly find that he'd overlooked?
"...go 'head," he returned evenly, folding his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall to watch. There was a clear note of skepticism in his voice that said more than any words could have. Let's just see you try.