Elliot looked over at Tonks with a deep frown, not really understanding what she was saying at first. She stared dumbly at her as she tried to kick the glass with her foot and then her brain caught up with her.
She swallowed and nodded. She didn't have the footwear to be kicking it the way Tonks was. Instead she curled up her fists and started pounding on the glass, moving down the wall. The box didn't even shiver or move at all. She didn't even realize she was crying until her vision grew too hazy. She reached up and wiped at her eyes. "It's not working," she said, her voice tense and shaky.