The wires hover in the air where she'd been as York's head is made to swing around and stare. It's a solid tactic, attempting to get him off his feet. Her boots strike his ankles but rather than being swept and falling- they swing free, only barely having been set on the ground in the first place.

Wires and bulging veins have erupted from the nerual implant, spidering up like so many jointless legs, leaving york Hanging free from that point. A lure on a hook. One of these limbs peels away from the wall and snaps forward, trying to ensnare CT a second time.