Once again Mina makes her way through the city at night, this time with Jakin, who keeps a wary eye out for patrols. When they get to the library, the door is locked. Jakin prods it. "Was it open last time?" "Yes," Mina says, "but it shouldn't have been." "It's not a problem." Jakin grins and bends to the lock, bringing out a set of thin tools. He makes short work of the lock and the door swings open. Mina gapes, impressed. "Wow, how did you learn to do that?!"