"Of all the things to compare me to, you compare me to a pocket?" She shakes her head, entirely amused. She can't even pretend to sound offended. It's rare that she gets to her use magic for good - well, good like this, anyway, so the praise is something new to her, and even welcomed.

As he picks the door she keeps watch again, but doesn't offer to help. It isn't that she can't - it was one of the first things she learned when she was on her own - it's more that she's been showing off, in a way, all this time and now it was Charlie's turn. The car doesn't count; she'd like to forget that.

"Would there not be a wire connected to the door?" She says after a moment, taking a step back to examine the door.