[She shoots him a sideways glance and tentatively moves her tool to the lock on her cuff. She's leery to just dive in, always cautious of some curse or other magic placed upon locked objects. As the metallic pick makes first contact with the steel of the cuff, nothing happens, and she quietly releases a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

A few quick, minuscule movements of her fingers and the lock of her cuff pops open silently.] Alright, so far, so good. I'm just really starting to worry about what the whole point of all this was if they're just... handcuffs.

[Sometimes things can just be... easy, right? She can't help but be hesitant.]