At the squeeze of her hand, Yvah's ears folded down weakly. She tried her best to keep a sunny composure as always, but the gentle acknowledgement from the bard beside her caused her to briefly falter. Sighing this away, Yvah made her way to the tank. Back to business. 

The proximity to the wall was helpful, as she exerted less effort kicking herself off the wall and onto the tank than in simply hoisting herself up from the edge. It was perhaps an unecessary flourish, but she was in place swiftly. With pick in hand, she started to work on the lock. Her fingers shook, making the work difficult, but she knew this lock well enough now after coercing its twins to cooperate that soon the latch popped open. 

>14 to pick the lock, made to 20 after Advantage from familiarity.