When she said it might break the lock, what she meant was it is definitely going to break the lock, because that's the entire plan. She can see more clearly in the dark than humans can, even if things are rendered slightly desaturated by the lack of light, making out people and objects themselves isn't hard. She navigates around him gracefully, and presses her knuckle up against the place between the knob and the threshold trim.

"It's complicated," she answers levelly. "Mexico first, then Canada for a while, then... somewhere else. Kind of like here, but... different."

Suddenly, the sharp sound of a snikt and a click, metal on metal, slicing easily through wood. In less than a second she pulls her hand back, and pushes the door easily open. Later, when the power's back on and he flicks on the lights, he'll find the latch bolt cleanly severed somewhere in the carpet of his room.

"You should probably use the chain thing when you go to sleep later, if you weren't already. For the record."

For safety, you know. But also... she'll be listening. If she hears anyone fucking around outside his door, anyone that doesn't smell like him, she'll come looking. Just in case.