Will's eyebrows had shot up. He took the key distractedly, still caught up on Marian's matter-of-fact explanation of how she had apparently computer-wizarded the bar out of the bank's pocket and into theirs. The realm of digital technology was a strange and foreign place to Will Stutely. He could email and he could text, and he'd mostly got the hang of this social media thing they were all doing these days, but when it came to emogees and tick tocks and tellygrams and whatever else it was Much was always banging on about, he was completely at sea. What Marian was describing to him might as well have been magic.
"Seriously?" he said. "You can do that? Like... hack the mainframe type stuff?"