[Boimler is still feeling awfully yanked around. He looks sulky as he follows and when they finally come to a stop in an empty room he flops down into one of the chairs, turning himself into a human anchor.]

What message did yours give you?

[So they know what magical bullshit requirements they have to each meet.]

We're not going to get around having to do what the strings say. I already got caught with some other people and tried to analyze it for a weakness.

Scientifically speaking, the string is made of [he breaks off into a vague hand gesture and a shrug.]

[It's made of shrug. That's what it's made of.]

Hitting it with a phaser didn't do anything to it and it can't be physically broken.