"No, I know, I know you didn't," Lexie says as reassuringly as possible, though she can't help the edge of urgency creeping into her tone. Opening the door will be easy enough — thank God she's the clinic's Council rep, really, and doesn't have to run and try to find someone else — but it's clear that there's so much more to this than just the bars the girl is behind, and she has no way of knowing yet how bad it will be. "Don't worry, I'm gonna get you out, okay?"

Straightening, she presses her hand to the touchpad so it can read her fingerprints, the lock of the door clicking open a moment later. Not wanting to dislodge the girl's grip on the bars before she's ready, she doesn't pull the door open yet, instead just asking, "Do you need me to help you up?"