[She gave a small nod, crouching down herself to look under the door. Not that there was a space, it was a good door. Solid, no small gaps like when a load of planks were put together.]
I'm not sure how to find him on there. [All she could do was send messages into the void. Though she had found her own inbox, for as much good as that did. But Armin was smart, he'd probably worked it out. Like he'd know a way of getting into the room.
At that though, Mikasa's hands came up. Giving the door a light press. She'd not been expecting much, if the handle hadn't opened it. Pushing it wouldn't work. Mikasa was just seeing if there it moved enough to make a gap, then they could slide something under and maybe get the card. But no. It was sealed and- ]
It's made of metal.
[AKA even she wasn't breaking through that... Guess they were waiting for Armin then.]
[ alas, no one had shown him how to use a card key door. but as the device vibrates and beeps while eren and armin send messages back and forth— eren gets . . . increasingly . . . embarrassed. his ears start burning, he frowns, glances to the door, back to the device, and probably after ten to twenty minutes in total, ]
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I'm not sure how to find him on there. [All she could do was send messages into the void. Though she had found her own inbox, for as much good as that did. But Armin was smart, he'd probably worked it out. Like he'd know a way of getting into the room.
At that though, Mikasa's hands came up. Giving the door a light press. She'd not been expecting much, if the handle hadn't opened it. Pushing it wouldn't work. Mikasa was just seeing if there it moved enough to make a gap, then they could slide something under and maybe get the card. But no. It was sealed and- ]
It's made of metal.
[AKA even she wasn't breaking through that... Guess they were waiting for Armin then.]
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[ alas, no one had shown him how to use a card key door. but as the device vibrates and beeps while eren and armin send messages back and forth— eren gets . . . increasingly . . . embarrassed. his ears start burning, he frowns, glances to the door, back to the device, and probably after ten to twenty minutes in total, ]
He's waiting for us at the Embassy.