Well, Deadlock probably will see it in just a moment, because really how could she deprive him of such a glorious sight?

She turns to look shocked that he's heard her--excellent proof that Flashpoint shouldn't quit her day job and go into acting--and then shrugs at his wheedling. "Oh, well I suppose it would be cruel to leave you here to harass the demons forever." Mostly for the demons. "And it absolutely is the time for music and dancing. Because that is exactly the thing that will allow me to get you out of here."

Out comes that combat utility knife that is more utility and less knife, along with a slender pick-like tool. Her face disappears from the cell door window but then there's a jangle in the lock. This is so old school though it hurts, she'd be much faster if it were an electronic lock. Flashpoint looks over her shoulder to make sure Chirpy is still keeping the guards entertained since this might take a few tries.