Niesha was perplexed by this girl. She frowned, then said, "How secure was the chat room? How long did it take you to hack? details, please. Would you help me with this places crappy security?" She fired off the questions quickly, and waited for the answers, as she studied the equipment. 

While she waited, she plopped herself on the floor, emptying her pockets and such. Jammers, scanners, tuners, and lockpicks spread across the floor. She picked up a jammer, and played with it in her hands, her eyes roaming over what she had. 

She was going to have to build more, make more sophisticated ones for this job, she thought. She could do it, and quite quickly too.