She pulls out of his touch and looks to the door.  She begins to rattle it and bang on it in desparation.  She bends to the lock, but with nothing on but a t-shirt and boxers, she has not implements to pick the lock either.  Not that she had done that before, but at least there was a bit of hope there.  She has no hope at the moment.  She begins to cry out, whimpering "Miss Kit" as she bangs her fist against the door again.