The lockpicks were stashed away back in their spot without her looking, second nature now as her eyes took in what she had to work with. Kelly was behind her, he was quiet but not quite as light on his feet as her and that suited her just fine. If you're going to have someone you can't entirely trust on a job, better it be someone you can easily track.
There was a small storage cabinet along the wall that she made for, stepping carefully around neat rows of flowers. She wondered if all of this was him, or if he dished out any of the heavy lifting and tedious tasks to the servants. The flowers definitely showed a personal touch though, and it would be interesting to see how he changed with them threatened. The cabinet had two sets of garden shears, and a little more digging in that area found a small sack probably previously used for dirt they could use for transport.
"Cut them clean and gentle, don't pull from the same plant or if there is only one of that subspecies." Was that what they were called? It had been a long time since Creche and the lesson she had on plants, "Get five altogether." Beau had quite a few flowers here, ten shouldn't hurt if they were careful. Surely. Some of the pots had neat Clovennian writing on them, far neater than her's had ever been.