The look she saddles Diego with would be a line of words if she could speak. Something along the lines of Do you ever actually pay attention? But even thinking about writing it down and then sending it takes some of the fire and desire, both, out of it. Leaves it a lump of coal, irritating, under her skin, as she half-rolls her eyes again and walks a little faster for the door, getting to it partially in front of him.

She did point out she'd been doing just this, flawlessly,
on no notice, and no need for those skills lately, not long ago.

Allison does pull out two bobby pins, bending part of the first one at a 90 degree already, even before she brings the other side to her mouth, scraping off rubber end with her teeth in a deft movement. Spitting it out the next second, without any expression or thought to it. Only shifting to lean down, getting closer, and starting to work with complete focus. Gaze glazing, even at sharply focused, on the most minute sensations along the metal.

Deft fingers not even tapping a pin without sliding it up right after. It's not even a full thirty seconds before Allison feels the last one go and tests a twist of the knob with her few free fingers. It turns entirely in silent defeat and Allison tips her head just enough to smile blithely at her brother.