Great. Looks like there's no time for us to play around. Setting her hands on her hips, she leaned over to take a look at the terminal's screen as well—then ducked downward, pressing her palm flat against the main body of the machine and groping as though trying to find something by touch. Yeah, maybe. You don't have to meet those requirements if you can make a machine think they've already been met.

With a little help from her mutation, in this case. Brow furrowing, she pushed the sounds of the video feed and the other thoughts inside her head aside as best she could, focusing on getting just enough energy running through the silicon hidden inside.