[Well, if that was an attempt to make him feel better, it worked. Sort of, anyway. Yusuke's still making a bit of a face as he's stepping out of Kirigiri's way so she can examine the lock, but he doesn't look as liable to chew her head off at any moment, which is definitely an improvement, at least. He isn't sure whether she's being genuine or if she's just saying that to hide the fact that she thinks he's an idiot, but he's going to give her the benefit of the doubt and assume the former. Besides, he's at least 90% sure that it's the lock itself that's the problem here, not him, so believing her when she says that might indeed be the case works to his benefit.

While she eyeballs the lock, Yusuke folds his arms and keeps an eye and an ear out for any more passerbys. He kind of feels like a bodyguard or something, standing around like this in this suit. After a moment, he glances down at Kirigiri and asks her:]

So, Sherlock, how's it goin'? Do I need to go see if there's a jack knife hiding around here somewhere, or are we good?

[Kirigiri doesn't get the chance to answer that question. Mere seconds after that last word leaves his mouth, there's a commotion just down the hallway, and judging by the shrieks of laughter and the click-clack of several pairs of heels on the floor, their company this time around isn't a guard, but a group of girls. He still cusses under his breath either way, though. Dammit! Again? Really?! Geez, couldn't anyone around here break-and-enter without being interrupted a million times?

Yusuke doubts Kirigiri needs to be told to get up, so he doesn't bother. Instead, he just kind of leans toward her conspiratorially and mutters to her out of the corner of his mouth.]

Hey. This time, you be the one who got dumped.

[Yusuke...]