Lorraine's lock-picking skills were very far from admirable but they were exactly what she needed in her particular situation. In fact, they might very well be her only chance to escape from the Void of a place she'd found herself.
Straightening the two hairpins she’d lifted off Isidora in her hands so that they could at least look like decent picks, the princess tried to recall the numerous things she had overheard about how to pick locks from the guards and servants, which weren’t very much as they all weren’t exactly standing around to openly discuss the art that could very well get them branded as criminals and executed by the royal court.
But perhaps the little she understood would be enough at the end of the day; she hoped. "Relax, Lorraine," she said to herself, trying to calm her
