Kit gets the casing off, carefully sticking all the tiny screws to a magnet so they don't get lost, and a small shower of.... breakfast cereal? pours out all over the floor, the cot, and both of their laps. Kit jumps, startled.

"How did you even get-- you know what? I don't even want to know. Don't tell me."

These poor, poor cybernetics. That pop tart is really jammed in there. "This might hurt." She yanks it out roughly, managing to remove it mostly in one piece, but it takes a couple tries with a very large and scary looking pair of tweezers to get the last few chunks out. A tiny vacuum takes care of any stray crumbs or rainbow cereal, and Kit sits back, looking a little less repulsed.

"Try it now."