Initially, she just offers me a shrug, silence continuing to prevail for a while longer. "Not much to really say about it," she answers after a short spell of inflection. "Give someone enough time, misery, and means to manipulate it, one can figure out how to fuck with a lock – even an electronically actuated latch. I don't think anyone anticipated what I could do with my electromagnetic abilities. I sure as hell didn't let them know everything I could do. A lot of times, at what I would assume was the night shift with so few people around, I'd practice how to move things, and get the hang of fine control."