She scrunches up her face in deep thought, eyeing the door, then flashes the big meatshield a broad smile.  "Are you questioning the dashing dexterity of my dainty digits, Oy?  Don't you fret, big guy.  I can have that door purring and begging to open up for us in no time."  She rubs her hands together, and removes her thieves tools from a pouch at her waist, stalking up to the door with flint in her gaze and a smirk on her lips.<br/><br/>Lydia drops to a crouch at the door, studying where the string travels, and trying to gauge the very best way to free it from the knob without triggering anything it might be tied off to inside.  Or outside.  Or in some parallel universe where trees cut people up and build houses out of flesh planks.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">((And using disable device!  Let me know if I need to roll, O' Mighty DM.))</div></div>