[Mystique looks distinctly interested at these proposals, her arms crossing over her belly as she leans forward as if to get a better look at her brother, even though he hasn't moved. Functioning as it should? There's a flicker of something across her face, too properly controlled to be fear, but that is probably not something you want to hear in conjunction with technology that generates black holes. Mystique doesn't even know a lot about black holes, but she does know you don't want artificial ones malfunctioning in her proximity.

She saw the video of the rock woman being crushed to death at the bottom of one.]

I think it's likely we can find someone with the skills to build something like that, [she nods.] But I have no idea if Engineering officers can just walk right in or not. Have you ever heard of someone hacking the door locks in the ship before? [She'll casually use that term too. 'Hacking.' Ignore our 60s science.]