Mica looked up briefly from her inspection of the lock. She muttered a few choice words under her breath and examined the other side of the door. Her fingers tips trailed over the keyhole, but another sigh got choked off when Taylor's exclamation reaches her ears. Fuck! Her eyes snap towards the other door, and swiftly she kneels down beside the downed man, going through his pockets. The man doesn't seem rich, but heck, she might get lucky with a wallet, papers or even a key to fit that damn lock.