He gave a heavy sigh. "A'ight, a'ight, I'll do it," he said, grumbling, as he picked up the box with one hand, and his lockpicks with the other.<br/><br/><em>Tink... tink... SNAP</em><br/><br/>"Well... fuck. That's a good lock," he said, pulling his broken lockpick back, and looking disgruntled, before tossing her the box back. "Fuck... now I gotta get a new pick."