(there's the expression he was waiting for.) You figure it out? (hei asks neutrally, placing the palm of his hand over the sensor pad.

time to "short it out".

except when he tries, it feels like instant karma striking him in the chest. it starts as an odd tightness, making him wince and push himself further, but the more he attempts to use his sister-given ability, the more his heart feels like it's caught in a painful vice grip. then the burning kicks in and hei has to take a knee, palm slamming angrily into the metal of the door.)

Damnit. (breathy, having felt this before and not too long ago — months without use of his electricity.) I can't get us in. Smash it, you can do it.

(his eyes cut to the left, then up, indicating the door with a tilt of his head.)

Like it or not, you're in this. If we don't get it open, we'll be sitting ducks while that guy down there gets carted off to the hospital.