[ It's certainly no feat of modern technology, not like Ray's usual prosthetic, but he's glad to have something that keeps his arm from stopping short conspicuously at the wrist-- and right now, especially glad to also have something he can pull apart for this specific purpose. It's hardly ideal, but it'll do.
Well, maybe. Admittedly Ray's never actually picked locks like this before, but he's comfortable with improvising. ]
Almost... got it--
[ Actually, it's hard to tell if he's making much progress or not; every time it feels like the mechanism is about to give something manages to fall short, and then the rod slips and disappears into the depth of the keyhole. ]
Goddammit. [ He stands, looking briefly irritable before he sighs in frustrated defeat. ] Well, so much for that.
[ For the moment, anyway. They can figure something out -- something else to try, or whether they've pushed their luck far enough tonight and should head back before they are caught -- but for now he offers his hand to Peter with a nod, cordially enough. ]
no subject
Well, maybe. Admittedly Ray's never actually picked locks like this before, but he's comfortable with improvising. ]
Almost... got it--
[ Actually, it's hard to tell if he's making much progress or not; every time it feels like the mechanism is about to give something manages to fall short, and then the rod slips and disappears into the depth of the keyhole. ]
Goddammit. [ He stands, looking briefly irritable before he sighs in frustrated defeat. ] Well, so much for that.
[ For the moment, anyway. They can figure something out -- something else to try, or whether they've pushed their luck far enough tonight and should head back before they are caught -- but for now he offers his hand to Peter with a nod, cordially enough. ]
Ray Gillette. Nice to meet you.