[b]Our Hero - Somewhere, Siberia[/b]

[color=bc8dbf]"Ooh, a puzzle! Now here's something Our Hero is [i]actually capable of doing[/i]!"[/color]
"I know that was sarcasm-", Our Hero replied as he screwed an oversize wingnut onto the pipe he had grabbed, forming a makeshift hammer, "-But I didn't get my Masters in Adventuring for nothing."
[color=bc8dbf]"Should have entered the Smithing, Tinkering, Elbow-grease, and Magic program."[/color]
Our Hero smashed the spotlight with his makeshift hammer, returning it to his pants and retrieving at the same time a prosthetic hand, "Yeah, yeah; should have done STEM, that's what they always say-", he plucked the still-hot wire filament from the spotlight with the prosthetic hand, "-but I'll have you know I wouldn't swap my major for anything, even if it's not as respected as other degrees."
[color=bc8dbf]"Or respected at all, for that matter."[/color]
"Oh yeah? Would someone with a STEM degree be able to do [i]this[/i]?"
He grabbed a handle-less screwdriver from his pants and levered off the face of the keypad, where he connected the filament to both ends of the circuit, creating a short and causing the automated safety protocols to trigger with a high-pitched beep, unlocking the door.
[color=bc8dbf]"If they'd taken a lockpicking elective, they probably wouldn't [i]have[/i] to do that."[/color], the narrator pointed out.
Our Hero visibly drooped, unable to find a counterargument.
"Let's- let's just go, Hampus.", he said, dejectedly.