Pepper pokes Charlie on the shoulder to alert her that there’s a conversation going on. She looks back to Avery.
Pepper: Well… What can you do?
Avery shrugs, feeling awkward.
Avery: Like… forest stuff. Plants. I don’t know.
She grows a bit more confident, stepping forward.
Avery: But I think I could use it to pick a lock.
Avery steps toward the gate, and touches it. The iron hurts her, and she pulls her hand away.
Avery: Agh!
She concentrates for a moment, then casts small vines and roots into the lock.
Avery: How do you know when it–
They hear a click.
Avery, smiling: Oh! I got it!