Priya rotates the broken drone beneath a magnifying lamp. One carbon arm is missing, the flight controller is scorched, and glitter from the publicity stunt has fused into the cooling vents.

"I have good news." She looks up, perfectly composed. "The frame is repairable."

A blackened circuit drops from her tweezers into a tray.

"The bad news is that charm has no measurable conductivity, so you will need a different tool." She nudges a soldering practice board toward you. "Sit. Impress me with hand-eye coordination."