[Molly clicks his tongue and points at her in a "heeey nice jab" sort of gesture as soon as she's on her feet. His hands are equally calloused, but his fingers are long and delicate and they taper off into sharp nails. Physically, he's fine- all wounds sustained in previous attempts are very much gone, but the memories are very real and have mildly freaked him out. He'll get over it.]

Something like that? I've never tried, myself, considering I avoid being arrested as a general rule. That sounds solid though. [He points to a small alcove located near the door, shadowed and hidden so that the next guard that comes in might not notice them in its blindspot.] That looks promising, doesn't it? Lizard-arsehole walks in, and we slip by.