"Yeah, yeah," she says, waving her hand unconcernedly. If he thinks her current lack of concern is noteworthy, he should see her getting drunk with Satan! "I'm not here to rain destruction, keep your hair on." She turns her attention back to the door, which is opened via control panel. She eyes it thoughtfully. They could wait around for someone to come in or out, but she's not keen to sit and chat with Tall Dark And Righteous here.
"Stand back," she says, "I'm gonna try science."
She steps away from the door and over to the control panel. She rests her hand gently against it and reaches out cognitively, information zipping from computer to prosthetic to brain and back again, all with electrical immediacy. It's a complex code but she can transmute it, no problem. She smirks slightly and enters the new code, adding a convenient little kick to knock it back to whatever it was before as soon as she's through the door. No one will know the difference.
"Ta-da," she says cheerfully as the door opens, hissing pneumatically, onto a big, beautiful, gloriously well-equipped lab. Oh. Oh fuck. Yes.
Rashad all but forgotten, she steps forward into the new environment, gazing up at its high ceilings, blue-lit glass under cement. Everything pristine and high tech and functional. Oh god damn. It's the fucking motherland.
Magnificently, there are three labcoated scientists present, all working silently at different stations. One of them, the nearest to the door, looks up in what looks like mild confusion when the door opens, but he shakes it off and is back to his work in moments.
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"Stand back," she says, "I'm gonna try science."
She steps away from the door and over to the control panel. She rests her hand gently against it and reaches out cognitively, information zipping from computer to prosthetic to brain and back again, all with electrical immediacy. It's a complex code but she can transmute it, no problem. She smirks slightly and enters the new code, adding a convenient little kick to knock it back to whatever it was before as soon as she's through the door. No one will know the difference.
"Ta-da," she says cheerfully as the door opens, hissing pneumatically, onto a big, beautiful, gloriously well-equipped lab. Oh. Oh fuck. Yes.
Rashad all but forgotten, she steps forward into the new environment, gazing up at its high ceilings, blue-lit glass under cement. Everything pristine and high tech and functional. Oh god damn. It's the fucking motherland.
Magnificently, there are three labcoated scientists present, all working silently at different stations. One of them, the nearest to the door, looks up in what looks like mild confusion when the door opens, but he shakes it off and is back to his work in moments.
Iman grins. She's going to enjoy this.