Brute force is a field the girl excels in, in the sense that her strength could, in many cases, surpass the need to do any lock-picking whatsoever. Actual picking of locks, though? Not so much, she thinks. "I got a good sense of smell, if ya think that might help. Or, hell, I could just tackle doors open."

She grumbles. 'Tongues' isn't a name she's fond of, and she certainly hopes that girl from the lake won't take to calling her 'Whatever'.

"Nnnah. Nice to meet ya though."