"Obviously, I intended to launch that man into the sculpture after he touched me. Demonstration of my charm points." She says it with maybe... a bit more of a bloodthirsty grin than she really means.

The lock is a chonky, blocky square thing, but it-- barely-- fits at the shackle, and slides loose. "Sorted."

She immediately starts getting ready to change, having that peculiar laser-focus on the inside of her locker that is definitely not indicative of anything. "So. What is it we do?"