[Just. Staring. Tail flicking in annoyance, and he leans over to whisper back.]

Just...just let them. It's better if they get it out now than inside. [Goddamn gremlins. But after a moment:]

Uh, guys? Think we might want to try something else. [...he just hipchecks both of them out of the way to pull a hairpin out of the pocket of his jeans. Give him a moment to work on picking the lock!

Naturally, it does nothing. Because fuck you too, door.]