These- these- [ Dubmasses, he wants to say, but Humphry doesn't say dumbasses, no. What would Reggie say? ] imbeciles are using second hand security tech. I've already CRACKED this lock!

[ He doesn't even need a bump key. He just reaches in and tweaks one of the floating lights and the whole thing unravels like yarn, fragmenting out into floral, fractal shards before tumbling into nothing as the door slides open. Sure, the backdoor like that, the little nodule of a crack he would leave for himself is something of a signature- every locksmith had one and unraveling fractal sweater flower was something he'd built with Delta but- no one here knows that. Only a bare handful ever saw it. ]

This is going to be so much easier than I'd thought.