The borrowed hand caught the brace before she could get her knee over its wrist. Teeth in the palm scraped iron. Her elbow followed, dragging her across the tank until her cheek struck the glass.
Outside, Omina stamped on Erebos's reaching hand. Green bars closed around his forearm, and Yun-Jin pulled the violet thread tight enough to lift his shoulder from the rail. The brass control sprang back. Beneath the woman's feet, something clicked into place and kept pulling.
She wedged her heel against the lower pump. Her new jacket held, but the wrist seam began leaking into the current again. Through the glass she could see JJ looking from her arm to the handle that needed holding down.
That look frightened her more than the brace. JJ was working out what she could afford to break.
