Cat looked at Donny with a slightly raised eyebrow until he pulled off the improvised lockpick. Well normally one would call it improvised, but this was the post apocalypse, pretty much everything was improvised or salvaged. True new tech or gear was rarely made, mostly because the facilities required to do so were hard to find. Even setting up a smithy was very hard because of avaible resources being sparce, unless you worked with specific types. Luckily electrical grindstones weren't that rare because electricity was something a number of settlements had.

 [color=6ecff6]"Luckily for us then that I'm actually somewhat decent at this... Not the first time I've picked a lock." [/color]She replied flatly and took the offered tools, setting a knee in front of the door so the lock was at eye level and then very carefully and methodically got to work, being very careful to listen to the sounds it made as she moved it about extremely carefully, not wanting to risk it snapping and leaving them without the hook and the loot. As for her experience, well she had to sneak off to be able to get her smuggled goods to her safehouse/hiding place. It also helped that she had a lot easier time at hearing what happened inside the locks. Now it was all to skill, patience and luck.

 [color=6ecff6]"Let's see... quiet now..."[/color]She mumbled, narrowing her eyes and focusing on the sensations from the lock. Both touch and sound were important here.