Sienna's eyebrows shot up in surprise at Takeyu's surprise changing of his tune. Not that she was the least bit disappointed; it simply caught her slightly off guard for him to be so stubbornly resolute one second and then suddenly exhibit signs of being reasonable the next.
She was further intrigued when she spotted Ramiro carrying both a dead body and the entire control console that had broken free from the ceiling in the fire over each shoulder. She shuddered faintly at the idea of carrying a corpse like a sack of laundry, but was both amused and mildly impressed at the same time.
Now that the team seemed to have come to agree that out was the best way to go, and also because Ramiro's overt display of equally laughable and applaudable machismo, she felt a bit more inspired to be cooperative. So much so, in fact, that she glanced back toward the burnt-out shell of a bridge to see if anything else was half-sunken in the biomuck that was worth salvaging.
As she surmised before, there wasn't anything that wasn't bolted down or otherwise inaccessible that she could see, though sticking partially out of the sludge she spotted the charred remains of a few cables and what looked like the corner of a circuit board. It probably had been torn loose from the console that Ramiro was carrying like a lumberjack when it broke free, and Ramiro may have negligently dumped it out of the open back end when he hefted it over his shoulder.
Sienna flipped her mike back on. "Hang on a sec," she said quickly, and waded over to her find. Reaching down, she grabbed what she could see above the surface of the slop and started to pull it out. The biomuck put up a bit of a fight, trying to suck the objects back inside itself, resisting her pulls much more than she'd expected. Soon enough she figured out why -- the cables and circuit board were part of a bigger jumbled mass of singed and blackened electronics. She held the mess in front of her face, tilting her head as she examined it briefly, then looked up, shining her headlamp inside the innards of the console Ramiro had. She was certain they were part of the same system. The parts were in bad shape, most of their components burned beyond all hope of repair, but she could see several spots that looked relatively unharmed by the fire and by the unsympathetic passage of time. She had no way of knowing whether or not they could piece the ruined computer together enough to get anything useful out of it, or if the terminal was nothing more than just that, relying on an offsite computer to give it any semblance of function. Either way, she felt that if nothing else her gesture would be one step in making the others think she could be a team player too.
Tucking the jumble of cords and circuits under her arm, she pushed through the sludge to Natsumi. "After you," she motioned with her free hand nonchalantly.
