"Proportional." She shot back primly before focusing on the lock in front of her. Briar waved a hand over her shoulder in a sort of vague dismissal, "Luckily I'm not here for your comfort."
Much to her own disappointment, she missed a good portion of his acrobatics. But she had to focus on the lock, it felt like an old friend in her hands but one she hadn't talked to in some time. It took all of her attention to feel the fluctuations as the tumbles in the lock moved, hands making the small adjustments by feel and instinct with her muscle memory kicking in again with only a minor stretch.
It clicked and she felt a private moment of joy. This was a real lock. Unlike the conservatory, and she had done it. It was such a relief she nearly swayed as she turned around to check on her cohort. Her city was out of her reach, her friends, the family she (sort of) cared about, her reputation--but she still had this.
Kelly tumbled to the ground in front of her, "Not bad, a little rough on the landing but," Damned dirt in the air, that was why her eyes were watering. Had to be. Briar stepped forward a few steps to turn and look at the flower, "You got the job done. Nice. C'mon." The lockpicks slid back into place as she headed into the house.