I reached for the hidden location of the panel, but it was sealed. Then I saw the recessed screws along the edge. I grunted and started wedging my synth hand along the edge, searching for a way to pry the panel away.
“Oh, don’t do that—you’ll just break it,” Mari snapped, putting a hand on my shoulder as she and Walterson joined me. “Here, out of the way.” She stepped forward and extended her own artificial hand. As she did so, her index finger morphed into a shape matching the heads of the access screws. She placed the finger appropriately and the entire finger spun around its head, removing the screws effortlessly. Within a moment, she had all four corners free and pulled the panel away without a noise.
“There,” she shot me a satisfied glance.
I just nodded, too impressed to say anyth
