But that would be working in her favor, if she could beat the mechanism. All that liquid would want to get out. Olivia jammed the blade of the crowbar into the mechanism, hammering on it with a boot until it was as deep as it would go. Then she braced her forelegs on the ground, and bucked it as hard as she could. The mechanism groaned, metal protesting for just a second. But this wasn’t war hardware—it wasn’t meant to resist external force.