Well, she hadn't been expecting a friendly reception, but the unfolding of events was equally perplexing. The gorilla man was intent on talking to the raging adolescent behind her (brave, considering the kid might tear out someone's throat be it guard or prison-fellow), so she slid out of the way, hands on her hips. That they seemed eager to escape and even had a plan to do so would have been terribly convenient if she hadn't already had means of her own. 

But why interfere? Three bare-chested men in a cage had so much potential—or would have, if their bare skin didn't smell like rotten onions and old cheese. Seriously, the stench was so potent it made her eyes burn. Thank all the stars above she'd wouldn't be there long enough to adjust to it, or worse yet, join in on it.

Xiubao shuddered at the thought, rubbing at her arms as she stood and watched the men. Well, at least two of them were men, as the third had a delicate and finely boned frame that went beyond gauntness brought on by too little food. Without a name provided, she figured she'd go with Mousey. Yes, Mousey at least seemed to have it together more than the others, calm and not entirely insane as he... or she tied the shirts together. It had to be a boy, though, right? She couldn't see a great deal, but that chest sure did seem flat...

[i]Focus, Xiubao.[/i] While the men played tug-of-war with the loosened bar of the cell, she stepped closer to the door and kept watch. There wasn't really a need to, given that there weren't any guards about and likely wouldn't be for a while, but the whole business of escaping had her on edge. If the guards were alerted, where could they run? If they made it outside, wouldn't the guards have horses, too? Neglectful as the prison keepers seemed to be, they did have [i]some[/i] reason not to worry overly much.

As the bar and mortar gave way, however, the whole stealthy escape thing fell to pieces. She stepped out after the others just as their fellow prisoners started shouting. A thought went through her head; couldn't she just sit back and watch them fight, get beaten, and jailed again? Their chances really didn't seem great, and if she sat it out, she'd at least avoid getting her ass kicked. Then she could make a stealthier escape later—dammit, why hadn't she stopped their little plan earlier? 

But it was too late and four pairs of hands were better than three. If they got some weapons, too, it'd raise their fighting chances against a larger group of drunkards. Xiubao figured it was reason enough to help out, which she did by jogging over to Mousey. 

“You're kind of cute when you're all worked up.” She canted her head with a smile as she reached behind her ear and plucked out two small hairpins. “What you need, though, is a more [i]delicate[/i] touch.”

It didn't take any effort to shoo him off the door, so she got straight to work. It was simpler and yet more complex than it looked, and the fact that there was noise and impending guards didn't help. But! Was she not a professional? Did she not trick dozens of eyes with a few flicks of her fingers? All she needed was focus, the acute kind that steadied her hands and drowned out everything but her object of focus.

The first hairpin she practically bent in half and used to slip into the lock to turn it. The second was bent open, then delicately twisted on one end. What followed was a process of carefully feeling each pin in the lock, finding the most resistant one, pushing it upward to the perfect position, and then torquing the lock so the pin couldn't fall back into place. There were five pins to go and hardly any time to work them...

She did it in less than ten seconds—not that anyone was counting. Standing up from where she'd been kneeling in front of the door, she turned the knob and opened the closet with a little bow. “All yours. And see if you can't find something for the rest of us!”