It's a good question. She's not really sure yet. Her little burst of righteous anger aside, she's in no position to do anything as stupid and self-important as take ROMAC on in any capacity. She'd probably be better off keeping them close, getting an in if she can stomach it. She'll have to mull that one over.
"Sit on it," she says truthfully. "I don't have a master plan, here. I wanted to know what kind of people they are and what kind of resources they have, and that's what I got."
Her attention is mostly fixed on the bank of monitors. She hikes up her sleeve and reaches her left hand out to the console, resting it down carefully. She draws one breath in and lets it out steadyingly. This is basic work, but it's on a larger scale than anything she's had to do recently, and thoroughness is imperative.
"Give me a minute," she murmurs as an afterthought, then shifts all her focus onto the camera system. It takes a little less than a minute to bend the system gently to her will, seek out her own image and Rashad's, and essentially teach the system that no, that didn't happen. The images are replaced with standard empty corridors. The lab is a little more difficult, with so much movement and direct interaction, but she erases the two of them delicately, like a sculptor brushing away dust.
The next part is trickier. She has to convince the cameras, the entire circuit, not to record them for the next, oh, let's call it twenty minutes. This will require her to put out her own ether field disruption as she navigates out of the place, which means Rashad is going to have to stay close to her if he wants the benefits as well. She can probably convince him to do whatever, though, right? He's a pain in the ass, but he's also easy.
She tells the system, programming it in gently with her willpower and the complex circuitry in her hand, what her field disruption will look like, and how to ignore it. Pre-programming a blind spot. Again with a kick to forget everything, to remove any trace she was in here. Who knows what they check for.
Sometimes she thinks she probably should have been a spy, or a master thief. But who cares about political information or accumulation of wealth? Not this lady.
She spends a moment longer sifting through the system, checking for anything else they might have tripped - non-visual sensors, scanners, anything like that. Once she's convinced they've been cleaned out, she lifts her hand off the console and glances at the security guard. He continues to seem utterly unaware of their presence, which is starting to get a little creepy.
"Okay," she says, turning back to Rashad. "That should do it. I've set it up so we can get out of here without being recorded, provided we get out fast, and you stick close to me." She holds out a hand, and figures she'd better sweeten the pot somehow. "I can explain how I do this on the way out, if you'd like."
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"Sit on it," she says truthfully. "I don't have a master plan, here. I wanted to know what kind of people they are and what kind of resources they have, and that's what I got."
Her attention is mostly fixed on the bank of monitors. She hikes up her sleeve and reaches her left hand out to the console, resting it down carefully. She draws one breath in and lets it out steadyingly. This is basic work, but it's on a larger scale than anything she's had to do recently, and thoroughness is imperative.
"Give me a minute," she murmurs as an afterthought, then shifts all her focus onto the camera system. It takes a little less than a minute to bend the system gently to her will, seek out her own image and Rashad's, and essentially teach the system that no, that didn't happen. The images are replaced with standard empty corridors. The lab is a little more difficult, with so much movement and direct interaction, but she erases the two of them delicately, like a sculptor brushing away dust.
The next part is trickier. She has to convince the cameras, the entire circuit, not to record them for the next, oh, let's call it twenty minutes. This will require her to put out her own ether field disruption as she navigates out of the place, which means Rashad is going to have to stay close to her if he wants the benefits as well. She can probably convince him to do whatever, though, right? He's a pain in the ass, but he's also easy.
She tells the system, programming it in gently with her willpower and the complex circuitry in her hand, what her field disruption will look like, and how to ignore it. Pre-programming a blind spot. Again with a kick to forget everything, to remove any trace she was in here. Who knows what they check for.
Sometimes she thinks she probably should have been a spy, or a master thief. But who cares about political information or accumulation of wealth? Not this lady.
She spends a moment longer sifting through the system, checking for anything else they might have tripped - non-visual sensors, scanners, anything like that. Once she's convinced they've been cleaned out, she lifts her hand off the console and glances at the security guard. He continues to seem utterly unaware of their presence, which is starting to get a little creepy.
"Okay," she says, turning back to Rashad. "That should do it. I've set it up so we can get out of here without being recorded, provided we get out fast, and you stick close to me." She holds out a hand, and figures she'd better sweeten the pot somehow. "I can explain how I do this on the way out, if you'd like."