[ This door has like, eighteen locks before she stopped counting. That's what she's calling most of the crap going on in there that she doesn't understand from one part to the next. Separately? Sure. Altogether? For sure. But scattered about, utilized in ways unbeknownst to her, she's as good at taking it apart as Blink is at portalling blind. She keeps a cool head, certain that the bank vault back at HQ was less secure and it was ten times thicker. ]
Kinky. [ Aside from the pestering banter, she chooses not to intervene yet, remaining at bay with her arms loosely looped. ]
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Kinky. [ Aside from the pestering banter, she chooses not to intervene yet, remaining at bay with her arms loosely looped. ]