As Maze's focus began to clear back up, the small piece of wreckage caught his attention. His brain was trying to work out how to do it while not getting caught, and truth be told Maze hadn't been so concerned with breaking locks as much as he had been with breaking down doors/windows and robbing whatever house or store lay beyond it. Still, if he were to just sit here and wait for the end times, he'd never get free if the Guards had their way. So he took that chance, slim as it may have been, and tried to pick the lock, his blurred vision and less-than-nimble fingers fumbling with the lock and assembly chunk.