Rute takes the lock as gingerly as one can without dropping what is a solid metal thing. “Wouldn’t a normal key be... simpler?” she asks. She turns it over a few times in her hands, running her fingers over the inlays. It doesn’t feel especially strange but she doesn’t like the idea of putting her trust into something she doesn’t really understand. Though, she can’t exactly walk around for the rest of the day with her spare clothes under one arm, and alternatives don’t seem to be lining up for her.

So she obediently gives the lock thing a shot once Leslie leaves. The actual holding-against-the-heart part goes perfectly smoothly- her heartbeat’s a little faster than normal but nothing unusual happens- but once she’s counted out the thirty seconds and removed the lock, she sees the eyes glowing on the raven inlay and immediately drops the lock as if it just burst into flames.

“No-!” She hops back several steps, almost knocking into a nearby table. “Nope, no, don’t like that.”

The lock does nothing.

After a minute Rute goes “Ugh,” and tentatively picks it up again. She stares at it, hard, before finally giving in and opening the shackle, before properly putting her clothes away.

A few moments later an unsettled Rute leaves the locker room and obediently starts following after Leslie again. Though her forehead wrinkles a bit when she hears the next step. “What’s a séance circle?” she asks.