She scoffs under her breath. Tools are for the weak.

It's only a span of heart beats before there's a clang, followed by another bit of squeaking, metal being jimmied against metal, and another clang. She tosses aside the shielding and scoots over to the controls.

"Hmm. Shit."

There's a little red light flashing on the console. She looks across at him, her face expressionless as she puts one hand on the device. "Oops."

The crackling and sizzling that follows is impressive, as is the wisp of smoke that curls up. No more blinking light!