"Damn right I am." Briar took the bundle of flowers out of his arms to set them gently on the ground beside the doorway, putting the one in his hand along with the small metal fastener. She crouched down in front of the lock, running her fingers along it and eyeballing it with an intense analytical expression. This was a much nicer lock than the one on the conservatory. Belmont must've had it replaced since he started staying here full time.
That was fine, nothing she couldn't handle, "Hopefully the one Tucker eats at in the morning." There shouldn't be that many though, even for a place this size and staffed as it was. Even if it was Aurellian in design, she was sure she could still find her way around it quickly. This one would bear more hallmarks of home though, a thing she had been avoiding. Eyes ahead. Can't walk the same road twice.
She stood again to walk back to him, twirling her knife in her hand, "You sound like my old teacher. Move with a sense of purpose." A moment of hesitation and she placed it in his hand with the handle first, "You're securing that flower up there. Use my knife, but be gentle with it." Turning her back to someone who was suddenly armed when she was not made her insides curdle, but the deed was done and she wanted to know how he would react. Besides it would be nice--no. Focus. Anyway, even if he did try something (which she doubted) odds are she could out maneuver him. She selected different lockpicks from where they were attached to her sleeve and got to work on the lock.