Cassie lifts herself into the air - three feet, perhaps - coils her body, and rockets to the other side of the passage, leaving a trail of green light behind her. The helpmates, however, are too otherwise engaged to immediately notice.

She taps the panel furiously, attempting to work her way through the readout as water splashes and digital punches fly around her. It should be made clear that the emphasis is on the word "attempting."

She snarls. "Actually, fuck this."

Her tonfa is at her side as she leaps into action, arcing above and behind them. She sweeps her baton in an arc, clubbing two of them in the thing-she-supposes-you-can-call-a-head.

She can figure out how the panels work when she's not being harassed by fucking Tron.