Patience, dear, I have no intentions of leaving you hanging.

[With a soft shnk noise, Ahime removed the narrow, almost shining blade from it's sheath and carefully moved to the door, testing the handle first before opening it a crack slowly.

There she crouched down, slipping the blade inside, lifting up every few centimeters to until she felt the resistance of the wire being held by Roze.]

... I would advise standing back. There is always a chance this won't work, and I would rather have less casualties if we must have any at all.