"I already tried, but I'm not giving you my lockpicks. You'll probably bend them, and they were damn expensive."

Izumo was a ninja, after all. Of course he had lockpicks. And several small weapons, even though he was in civvies. Jeans and a faded T-shirt, ratty well-worn sneakers with rainbow laces. His dark head was uncovered, and as he gestured with the cigarette in hand the light glinted off the rings in his ears. Three on each side; two lobe and one cartilage.

"I'm something of an expert on getting in and out of places, and I couldn't get out. So we're stuck, for a bit, but given the number of coats in here and how none of them are the same, somebody's gotta open this door sooner or later, Joan."

Izumo frowned and tried her name again, adjusting the inflection. "Joan. Now that's a tricky one."