Mica smooths up behind Antonio and peers at the lock past the sleek wizard. One hand dips into her pocket and comes out with the ring of keys she found earlier. Her other hand comes to rest lightly upon the Italian noble's shoulder as she jingles the keys, safely out of reach from the entrapped stranger. "I wouldn't call these delicate, amico. So crudely made, but eh, we'll have to see if the shoe fits?"<br/><br/>Her eyes seek the imprisoned stranger, and slide from him to the others checking out the boxes, and back. "And most of all, who are you?" Her cheeks dimple as she smiles. Her fingers spin the keys between them until she finds the most promising match. Once again, her wary gaze flickers to the man. Doubt mirrors in her eyes and she chews her bottom lip as she examines the lock. "Stay away from me, okay? One wrong move and this door stays shut." She cautions. Providing he's smart enough to listen, Mica slides up close to the door, inserts the key and turns it, using both hands - one hand over the other.