Ashya calmed down into a kind of sulky pout at Loic's chastisement, before perking up again at the idea of picking a lock. "Do you know how to pick it?" she asked interestedly. She leaned closer to the lock, studying it closely. To her all locks looked more or less the same.
Did it have magic on it? She couldn't tell. The truth was that there was a sharp tang of magic in the air, a tickle at the back of her mind and neck, a sensation that was even stronger the closer they got to the back of the storeroom. If the lock was magical, she couldn't sense it underneath the ripple of magic that covered everything else like a blanket.
She lifted her free hand to pluck a hairpin out of her hair. It was already messy, so one less pin wouldn't matter. "Here you go," she said brightly, holding it out for her friend. "We can try to open it...what's the worse it can do? Fry us both? Or just you," she added with a teasing grin. "Don't worry, if that happens, I'll get you to a healer in no time."