[+Mechanic] Take stock of the machinery for a plan

His index finger curls closed as he resists a more devious desire. A deep breathe out does little to release the rest of his tension, but he asks, "Hey - are you ok?.. its alright, I'm not here to hurt you. Can you even understand me?" Her large wet eyes look up to you, struggling to comprehend.

She then desperately starts pulling at the braces again, hurting her wrists even worse. Remy is quick to scan her with the blue and golden pokedex but turn up nothing, unknown pokegirl info. She must be from another region, which might explain the language barrier. His hands grasp at the wrist brace in vain, knowing very well that it wouldn't open by hand but it was instinctive as he starts to panic from her urgency. "No this won't work" he says, stepping back for a moment to examine the machinery.. the wrists are bound into adjustable clamps and the tightening mechanism is driven by the straps core. His own mind starts cranking and processing, thinking to himself.. Hmm.. initiating a release would normally alert security to come assist with removal of the client.. I can't just push the button..

He quickly scurries behind the machinery.. strap core leads to pressure sensors, which then.. "Ah hah! If I can flip the gear backwards and then make the system think it needs to tighten, it should release you without alerting the system!" He says, congratulating himself on her behalf, knowing full well even if she could speak the language, she wouldn't know what he was talking about.

The tools rattle in the bag as he snatches it, meanwhile the pokegirl continues to sob and struggle. The sound of her brace wracking against metal makes him anxious, he wants to plead with her to stop and be patient but knows that would be in vain. Within minutes however, the cog slides out, flipped around and locked back into place.

"Now to trigger the sensors.. if I can slide this screwdriver head between the pressure sensors, it will attempt to tighten and unknowingly release the braces.." He explains to himself again, walking through the logic as he presses the tip of the tool into the tight slot of the machinery, now standing to the side of the table. Resistant clicks deny access, he can't reach the right angle from his position. Since the table is tilted at a 45 degree angle, he sees that he will have to climb ontop of it, right where the pokegirl is to reach it.

He slowly looks over her before realizing her look of concern is focused on the screwdriver in hand. Two open hands in the air hope to communicate that he is not going to hurt her. Its understood as she lets down her defenses, exhausted but relieved that Remy here to help. Her body leans back against the table, her muscled tension becoming softened skin.

Those eyes watch carefully, with purple hair falling in her face and over her narrow shoulders. He slowly climbs onto the table with feet resting on the plateau right below her feet. Her knees and thighs tighten together defensively as he slowly starts laying down, struggling to reach her elevated wrists while trying as much as possible to not make her feel violated.