She had been working on her locks the entire time, her ears twitched when she heard his voice. She glanced up at him while fiddling with a lock, then she looked at the pile to her left which had grown quite a bit. She stops fiddling with the lock, scratches her head and mumbles, "Lost count..." She looks at the pile of finished locks, then the unfinished ones, and then back. They looked about even to her but she wasn't sure.