Mina

Mina lets out a frustrated groan and slumps against the door, which doesn't want to budge. She jiggles the handle for the twentieth time, just to be sure, but the jammed lock still defiantly refuses to comply. Defeated at last, Mina sighs and throws her head back, cursing softly under her breath as she stares at the chipped paint on the ceiling. "Well," she murmurs, "time to make friends, I guess." She carefully climbs down the fire escape and leans in to knock on the window, tapping lightly on the glass, the smile on her face bright but tinged with sheepishness. "Hey, uh—sorry to drop in. It's Mina, from upstairs. You don't happen to be a locksmith in your spare time, do you? Or a burglar? Either works for me right now. My door's stuck, and, uh, I'm kinda locked inside my place. Can I come in? Just for a sec? I Promise I won't steal your snacks or anything." She smiles a little wider, her easy-going tone softening the awkwardness of the situation. "Unless you have some really good snacks, that is."