When he crouches down to inspect the lock, she leans against the wall next to the door, conveniently blocking the view of anyone coming from behind her while she can keep an eye out for anyone coming the other way.

"People who rely on facial recognition must love dealing with you," she drawls. "Not that I'm implying anything, of course."

She's totally, absolutely implying something, but he's the one taking a good close look at a door lock. Maybe if she's helpful, he'll teach her a couple tricks that don't rely on magic.

"I'm Stacia, by the way."