Amelia stooped down and picked the lock pick up, giving it a look over. "Really now?" she mused, still apparently focused on the lock pick. "Well, I'm afraid your 'friend' has given you a false address. That suite is unoccupied." Now she met Skulduggery's eyes - well, sockets, really, - wearing an expression that made it quite clear she was expecting that he would be willing to explain himself. Truthfully.

She made no move to return the pick; it would be her leverage.