She keeps her eyes on him the whole time he fusses, biting back a smirk. Hands curled around the bars and her forehead resting against one, she lets the grin break loose when he finds the key that fits the lock.

"My hero."

Is that sincerity or sarcasm? It's always so hard to tell with Kate.

The quick peck he gets when she makes her way to the other side of the bars might give him a clue, however.