Good. [ It's easy to tell that Lancelot still has questions, so he adds: ] We can talk more after we get out of here. I'll explain everything then.

[ He quiets a moment as the guard turns back to them, contriving to look as innocent as possible. On Cain, it's not a very good look, ill-fitting. But the guard has other worries than a bit of chatter from the prisoners; there's a commotion outside the door, the distant pounding of feet.

And Cain, leaning in towards Lancelot, scuffs his own feet to muffle the soft click of his manacles coming unlocked. He starts on Lancelot's, the lockpick from his sleeve making quick work of the problem. ]

For now, we need to focus on getting out. How many of them can you take, if they're distracted?