Do you think another from the outside locked us in then?

( that part feels a little less likely to her, but she's also not going to discount the possibility. the problem still remains that the door is far too heavy for a singular mischief-maker to have acted on their own to have shut it in the speed that it slammed behind them. )

I simply think it a poor design to not offer a means to open it from the inside, given that people are meant to walk in. ( but what does she know. she's never built a vault in her life. ) But I suppose we are equipped with the means to contact others.

( now comes the pat to her side for said device, then a furrow of her brow in her brief stint with confusion. the possibility that she would drop anything of hers is unthinkable, and she is locked in with a storied pickpocket, so -

her hand is expectantly extended this time, voice stern. )

I realize the frustration in being trapped doesn't sit well with you, but it does not mean you ought to prove to yourself that you haven't lost your touch with me as your subject.