Carelza draws her heavy mace. "No inventions. I'll just smash the lock. It doesn't look all that sturdy." She looks over to the rest of the group, smiling brightly. "You may want to consider changing that glue paper for an electrostatic matter-magnet. I could make one for you! Reusable, reliable, and holds an unerring grip on the glass." She stands in front of the door, waiting for her chance to smash it down. There was an eerie aura about her, as if she was vividly imagining the door to be the skull fo someone she didn't particularly like. This does indeed turn out be true, as she grins broadly with mace in hand. "The lock looks kinda like my ex. So don't worry, I won't hold back!"