The hall is quiet and Pidge can't decide if that's a good thing or not. There's no sound in this lab, everyone who could be evacuated had been evacuated and what scans she could run in the moments between sneaking around indicated that the coast was clear, but she's seen enough of these movies to be wary of something suddenly popping out of, like, an airduct or something with no warning.

"I think that's it," she nods to Dipper, indicating a room down the hall, "there should be enough electromagnets to rig up a mechanoform-repelling pulse. Just hope we'll be able to carry them all."