<span style="font-style: italic">With how much Quil actually witnessed, it doesn't make too much sense she'd know who to ask</span><br/><br/>Quil smiles to Yasha, intrigued by the suggestion.  A quick hunt would be enjoyable right now, especially after all that time spent cooped up in her room.  However, making a glance towards the train, she had neglicted to gather her gear from the cargo car.  Though it shouldn't take long to fix that issue.<br/><br/>"Hunting, eh?" Quil replies, considering Yasha's words while rubbing beneath her muzzle.  "Well, not exactly something I'd have imagined I'd be doing, but if were going somewhere more backwater then this, I'd better learn a thing or two.  Y'know, if you give me a few minutes, I'll have my gear and you can show me how it's done, alright?"<br/><br/>Before she gets an answer, Quil is already running into the train, on her way to procure her baggage.  With the way she's running, it doesn't take long to reach the baggage car, but getting inside proved the hard part.  Opening normal doors has it's difficulties for pikas, but fortunately, the door uses a latch instead of a knob.  Unfortunately, the door is locked, leaving Quil an inch from literally hanging from the handle.  It still didn't stop her, all she figures she needs is something thin to slide into the lock and click the tumblers in place.  A straightened paperclip and keyring serves well enough for her needs, but appearently, practice works better then theory in many things.  This included.<br/><br/>Well past her initial estimation, and a few curses muttered, she manages to finally make the lock click.  But even she knows locks aren't supposed to click like that.  The wires are jammed inside, and she can't pull them free.  Cringing, Quil tests the lever.  Nothing, at first, but hearing some cracks, and the spring breaking, the door opens up, never to close for the rest of the trip.  Well, it's a victory, at least.<br/><br/>Finding her baggage is the easier part.  She knows her baggage, and they're pretty organized, at least.  With her goggles down, she glances over all of the tags until she finds the ones belonging to her.  She slips on her bag, and checks that her toolkit is intact, her weapon, an S-L22 Deringer, and her second case, something she makes a quick peek of the contents and shuts, as if there were someone looking over her shoulder.  Taking her gear, she proceeds to leave, hoping no one comes to follow her before she can return to Yasha with a chirpy expression.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Results of a witnessed lockpicking check Sunday included</span>