As they walked, Caleb kept just slightly behind Molly. He noted the exact moment that he slipped his arms into the sleeves, the more confident way he wore Caleb's coat. Not unlike how he wore his remarkable, bright coat normally.

"Unfortunately, not really," he said, shaking his head even though Molly was faced away from him. "I am more in grabbing things than picking locks. Come to think of it, how are we planning to get in the tower, Mollymauk?"