Mir, on the other hand was impassive. Indeed, she was almost shock still, staring with covered eyes at that staff. And then, Mir began to hum softly, almost too softly for Viktor to hear. Maybe he would write it off as being beneath his notice.

The containment field began to warp. It twisted like taffy being pulled, and bright flare spots appeared as it thinned almost enough for whatever was inside to punch through. But Mir didn't rupture it just yet.