( Peter feels like he's holding his breath, hearing the mechanisms slip around in the lock. it's not quite super spider powered hearing, but all the same the subtle noises seem to echo in the hall like clattering dishware in a metal sink, unbearably loud in the silence. Peter forces himself to not watch Ray and instead keep eyes on both sides of the hall, strain to hear anything that isn't metal clicking in and around in a lock.

considering how hyper-aware he is of the noises, it's not shocking he can hear the break, as well as the failure, before the muttered curse. maybe there wouldn't be anything in there, but the lack of getting to know hangs heavy. )

Hi Ray. ( does he sound like a disappointed kicked puppy? because he sort of looks like one. he taps miserably on the door, before sending dark eyes back towards the end of the hallway. ) I was really hoping that would work. ( he doesn't have super strength to break the thing down, nor superhearing and tools of his own to try and fiddle with the lock himself. it's a dead end, at least for now. )

Everything I've tried is locked. I'm not sure we're going to be able to find anything if we can't break one open.