[ Mock realization forms on her face, like what Claude had said about the lock is the most brilliant reason known to man. Her voice is laced with simpering, over the top adoration usually reserved for when she absolutely didn't mean what she was saying. ]

No, really? A lock? Claude, you're so brilliant I never would have thought about that.

[ She may have missed the memo where they should really be trying to make the most out of an awful situation but his skeptical glance grates on her nerves.

It's obvious what he's trying to do with the boxes now that one is propped up against the wall. The crates are thankfully sturdy and full of mostly durable things but she's certainly not going to lift a finger to help him especially when a familiar prickling feeling begins to crawl across her skin at his subtle indication that he'd overheard her conversation with Cyprian.

Why should she feel uncomfortable though? He didn't want to look at her nevermind talk to her. The more time out of the loft - out of his space with Sylvain - the better. And honestly, it isn't his business anyway that she's resorted to sleeping in several different locations to deflect attention. ]

Of course it hasn't happened before. If it had, I'd probably be able to figure out how to get out of here.

[ He isn't going to get more than that from her it seems. The workshop is also a little too far from the warehouse for them to call for help. And even if it were closer, the telltale sounds of a hammer meeting an anvil have begun to fill the air. There's no way that Cyprian would hear them over that. ]

Why are you here? Hopefully it isn't to make Cyprian's life difficult by leaving a mess all over his warehouse.