"I've yet to meet a door I couldn't open, magical or otherwise." Whether by her own stubborn nature or her ability to pick the lock is beside the point. "Step aside. I'll handle this."

The door isn't that difficult to open, especially given how focused Amelia is right now. She stares intently at something that isn't the door in front of her for a moment as she shifts the pick around in the lock, exhales a slow breath as she pushes, and then grins as the door gives way with a satisfying click. As she gets to her feet, she slips the pick back into one of the many pouches on her belt and tries the handle. Fully open. Perfect.

"Come on," she says softly in Majima's direction. Stepping inside, she raises her voice and calls out, "Harley? Are you in here? Please, come talk to us."