It was supposed to be a routine procedure.
Cynthia had done this before. Gone inside the body of a volunteer. It freaked her out a bit every time, thinking of things that could go wrong.
Now she was being pulled through a capillary, being dragged towards, and inside, an organ.
Which was, indeed, the absolute worst thing that could go wrong.
She called for help from her colleague, Captain Braddock, who was hauling around visitors to the MET. Volunteers to this experiment.
He found her just as she was fighting off some white blood cells.
Scary, yes. But at least the patient's body was doing its job.
With barely any time to digest what was happening - almost what the white blood cells had done to her - Cynthia climbed aboard Captain Braddock's vessel and made improvised plans to get out, now their vessel was out of power.
To use the heart as a slingshot to get them to the brain to harness the brain's electrical energy and charge their vessel.
It was a Hail Mary, there was no way Cynthia could deny that. So there was no guarantees that it would even work.
All she could do was hope it did.