The more delicate of a touch she needed, the greater the chance Rin would misstep and fry the machine altogether. Better to take the simplest option first and work from there, then. Straightening, Rin lifted a hand to switch on the other monitors—only to be interrupted as the doors slid apart behind them.

"Damn—!" Automatically, she shouted as she dove to the ground, her hand already buried in the pocket of her uniform before she hit the floor. With a swing of her arm, she sends a piece of quartz skidding across the floor, the crystal bursting in her robotic attacker's path with a thunderclap of light and sound. Hopefully, that would be enough force to unbalance it, but—