Gary
"Picking locks isn't my specialty, so if you don't have any luck lass, I could give wrestling it open a shot. Suppose I might as well grab some of what isn't nailed down while you give the lock a go. If they aren't also rigged to set me on fire, that is."

*Nothwulf began cautiously approaching one of the nearby Dwemer metal shelves, maintaining a fair distance and merely looking it up and down, leaning in a bit to get a look at whatever they held- solid ingots of Dwemer metal, and something that caught his eye. A crossbow. Dwemer craftsmanship, and what looked like a few bolts laying next to it.*

"Interesting... I was not aware the Dwemer made crossbows."
Gregory
*She quickly does the lock.* "That one was a piece of cake! After the fire wall the other traps aren't a threat, ha."

*She turns around and begins looting, putting items into her knapsack.*
Dalene
"Step back." He says, stepping into the caged room, gouts of fire blast at him. "Yeah, that's hot." He says walking through the flames. He inspects the table, checking for any pressure plates, *Thankfully* There aren't any. He takes a sack out of his bag and clears the table of any valuables. He then casts a telekinesis spell, floating the bag out of the room. Then follows, getting blasted with fire again, "I don't recommend doing that. It's quite intense."
Gary
*Nothwulf, meanwhile, was taking his fair share of what was on the shelves, at least what he could fit into his bags. And of course, he also picked up the Dwarven crossbow and the adjacent bolts, shifting it around with his hands and looking it over.*

"This could be an interesting battle implement... Now then, what have we got here?"

*Nothwulf walked over to one of the other shelves, scraping off some of the valuables that were on it- more Dwemer metal, jewelry and gems, and even a couple soul gems.*