Becca simply nodded at Fanya and Loretta's assessment. She seemed to be back to her normal self and unslung the rifle from her back, setting it within easy reach just in case. She agreed with the decision and could not imagine the horror of what had been done to the woman. After a quick stretch of her fingers, Becca opened her bag and set to work. Once she had pried off one of the cover plates with a screwdriver she began to tug at wires, moving them so that she could find the ones she was looking for. All the while she hummed softly to herself as if she were able to forget at terrible things that she had witnessed and been a part of in this place. She seemed blissfully unaware that aside from her boots and Fanya's cloak she was completely naked. This was her element and it demanded a singular focus.<br/><br/>Faster than eyes could follow she cut and spliced wires, unplugged and rerouted circuitry. Some lights flickered and went out and others flicked to life. A few times she grumbled and shook her head and even once her hand jerked back from the complex machine and she popped it in her mouth to ease the sting of the shock she had received. She pulled a small meter from her pack and began to take readings. She looked puzzled and frowned.<span style="color: indigo">"Why you little..."</span>She mumbled as she stood. Her slender eyebrow arched and she stared down the machine as if daring it not to do what she wanted. After only a moment and a soft huff she wound up and delivered a hard kick to the side of the machine. A few more lights blinked on and the screen read that the awakening protocol was beginning.<br/><br/><span style="color: indigo">"Okay, my work here is done. I think the ones with the really big guns, knives and other things like that should step in just in case."</span>She said as she backed up, sounding tired once again but smiling from eyes to ear. She had shown a piece of pretty sophisticated tech who was boss and felt great about it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>