[She could possibly put all her strength into it, but she didn't know what she was doing, and she wasn't going to take the blame for fucking it up. She leaves them alone, then puts the tool box back together... as if she hadn't touched it.

Oh, better not forget to wipe the fingerprints off with her clothes. Glad she remembered that.

Once that's done, she'll go lean out the doorway.]

Hey! Does anyone know anything about boilers?