"To make a new acquaintance, nothing more," he assured her. He couldn't help but be a little amused by the way she fumbled through her sentence. The fact that she had said she was used to being naked did not escape his notice, but for the moment he had grace enough not to press her on such a thing. And Kristina seemed to be getting flustered enough as it was.
It seemed she could not quite answer his question, but Jaqen H'ghar did not mind. "It is a confusing enough place to find oneself in. Every level, every door. The same." Not to mention all the things he was not used to within them. But on the topic of doors, this man kept his attention where it was needed. He unsheathed his dirk - it was rounded, tapering into a fine, needle-like point. It was designed for piercing chain mail or getting between the joints of plate, but that was of little use in this world. So it may as well find a new purpose as a lock pick, if the tip proved small enough. It did fit in the lock, although none too far, and he was in need of something he could bend to run over the pins. Jaqen sighed and sheathed his weapon, concentrating once more on Kristina. Unfortunately she was in possession of nothing but a towel. "A man will be back as swiftly as he is able," he decided, offering her a quick, apologetic smile before he was away.
He did return some minutes later. "A lady might appreciate this." He held up a dark, somewhat tattered cloak and then approached her - offering to hang over her shoulders so that she could keep hold of her towel. The Lorathi had also brought with him a selection of seemingly random tools to try on the door. "How long has a lady been here?" he asked, picking out a small metal nail file.