"Don't fuss," Teren growls, doing her best to maneuver the tip of the horn toward the keyhole.
It's too large, naturally-- even if they snapped off the end of it, she needs a significantly thinner, pointier object to have any hope of picking the lock. With a sigh back against the wall, Teren releases Vlast's horn and closes her eyes with a wince.

"They took all my hairpins," she grumbles indignantly.