"Thirty-two," she responds casually. "But it's rude to ask a woman 'bout her age." If it really bothered her, though, she wouldn't have answered.

Allie tilts her head slightly, thoughtfully studying him. He's either handling the situation surprisingly well, or he's just really good at hiding it.

When he goes for the door, she steps aside, turning to face him and watch. Seems like neither of them are going to have much luck with that thing. If it actually had a keyhole, she could pick the lock. But the handle is smooth, and there aren't any screws to loosen either.

"'Old enough?'" Allie snorts, and stoops to pick up the crumpled paper she tossed aside earlier. "Real convincin'. ...We really gotta kiss for seven minutes before they let us out?" Seems to be what the instructions state. Brother. She's not exactly the romantic sort, this isn't going to be very satisfying for either of them, is it? She drops her arms, resting her hands on her hips as she paces back and looks around. "How are they gonna know what we did and didn't do? Is there a camera hidin' out around here?" she muses aloud, pushing at some of the shirts and skating the hangers further back.