[ Chyler shoos her dog into the room ahead of her, then pulls the door shut. It was already on the way to closing itself, and a four-year-old's weight doesn't do much to speed that along, but it's the thought that counts.
Then she turns around to discover what Finn probably already has: All the weapons are behind locked gratings. Chyler goes to the nearest one and digs her fingers through the holes, shaking it as hard as she can. The dog starts whining. She lets go of the grate and looks over at Finn. ]
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Then she turns around to discover what Finn probably already has: All the weapons are behind locked gratings. Chyler goes to the nearest one and digs her fingers through the holes, shaking it as hard as she can. The dog starts whining. She lets go of the grate and looks over at Finn. ]
They're locked.