Sam had never understood how a rigger made the translation between body sense and the diverse components of a building’s systems. Rigger security control was even more alien than the way they piloted vehicles. "Nothing to it," she had said when he proposed the raid. "It’s just like a big body; ya get itches where something’s happening." The concept was creepy to Sam. It lacked the purity of the Matrix or even the more understandable body-control concept of vehicle rigging. But Sam didn’t have to understand or like it. It was Willie’s job—all Sam had to do was count on her to do it right.