He stands easily, to most appearances relaxed despite Seoraj's imposing bulk and the heat of the forge. The eyes under the mask are less easy, watching the blacksmith critically, but outwardly he seems unconcerned. His answer is brief, calculated for minimal but efficient, each word necessary and none extraneous. And that voice? Given the amount of grit and gravel and steel in it there's no way it's anything but artifice. "Lockpicks, for now. Complete set."

Because really, for as often as he kicks Daniel's door in - well, more accurately kicked seeing as how he's no longer in New York and has yet to see his former partner - it's not a practice he can really afford to use all the time.