[ he's actually so dumbfounded that this happened to him that it takes a second or two for him to respond. Him! The greatest thief the world has ever known, the gentleman burglar of Paris, Arsène Lupin, breaking his lockpick in some crusty third-rate underground door? Unheard of!! ]

-- I'm fine. That -- was a fluke. There was probably a flaw in the metal I used to make the lockpick. Hold on, I've got another one--

[ he takes out another, extremely similar-looking instrument, and after deftly wiggling the broken piece out of the lock (thank god that came out), he does the same thing again, although more slowly and with greater focus.

To the same ends. This one snaps, too. ]

Mon dieu! What the hell is going on with this door?!