[ Holding the torch, Clara makes sure it's positioned where Caitlyn can see, and with her other hand, reaches into her pocket. Pulling out the pocket knife, she holds it out so that it extends into the sword it actually is. ]

Do you think you can pry it open with this? The metal's pretty strong, I think it'd take a lot to break. Maybe we can jimmy it open, somehow?

[ Times like this, she wishes she were something other than the size of a fifth grader. She has plenty of endurance, but not a lot of strength, and she hates feeling useless. Looking around, she spies a grate on the wall to the left of the door. ]

Or maybe we can get through that.

[ She doesn't want to think about whether or not the walls are covered with mold in there, especially if it's the only option other than doubling back. Which would mean going back over the hole. ]