Vincent felt the magic suppression vanish like a weight falling from his shoulders. He teleported to Andrea's side, crouching next to her and examining the break where her head had been forcibly disconnected. "I'll handle this..."
He picked up her head, looking at her in concern. "Andrea, run the diagnostic recursive string Denker-439 while I make the manual connections. Let me know if any irregularities register. Cassandra, hold on." He teleported himself, and his one and a half passengers, outside the cell.
Thankfully, the large majority of cables had been ripped from their ports, rather than severed. The synth-flesh would require repairs back at the Baxter Building, but it was a superficial concern. He set Andrea's head back down near the rest of her body, peering closely and making gestures with his fingers. The connections were too fine to be made by hand, and he had no tools. A minor matter manipulating spell would have to do.
Slowly, as if tugged by invisible strings, the wires began reconnecting.
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