[While he works, Fugo's eyes are nearly closed; he's focused entirely on what he feels through his fingers and the rustle on the other side of the door to indicate when his tool catches the handle. But when it does, he knows immediately and it's a simple matter of pulling the plastic back towards him to apply the right kind of pressure to get the handle to turn and the door to swing open.

When he turns to look up at Graham, it's obvious that he wasn't expecting to be complimented on his work. His eyebrows briefly twitch together, puzzled, before they smooth out back to the serious expression from before.]

You're welcome. It'll be a a major strategic advantage to have someone observing from the cameras with access to the magitek network, so I'm glad to help. [He rises back to his feet and, after brushing his knees off, reaches around the open door to unhook the plastic off of the handle. He then rolls it back up and offers it to Graham.] You can hold onto this or just toss it. Let me know if there are any other doors that need to be opened that are missing their keys. I'll be around.