"You too," she said to Claire, gripping her hand firmly before they parted. The danger here was very real, and for all the things that Cassefin did wrong, she hoped, hoped, that their armor could stand up to the Unique's weapons.
Keziah followed Cyril silently, thinking, a frown creasing her forehead as they scuttled through the tunnels and then out. It was good to stand again. A part of her wondered exactly how Cyril knew the layout of the tunnels, of all things. Then she remembered that he was a spaceport baby, and probably thought such knowledge was basic and intrinsic.
The door circuits, though, were a little strange. Not by much, though. She had seen similar models in training, part of her maintenance training, and also her counter-security training that her marine sergeant had seen fit to make them do.
She pushed in next to Cyril, and switched her eye back to visual light as she looked it over.
"This one," Keziah pointed to a large circuit box next to the servo control, "is the damage control mechanism. Don't do anything to that, otherwise the door will be completely sealed." She frowned. Most of the pieces looked superficial, but then what was that little series of circuits that the power fed into before the servo control?
"I dunno what that is," she said, pointing to the little mess of exposed circuits and wires. "My gut's telling me it's the emergency release, but I have no idea if it'll open the door, or if it's a linked system and it'll open every door. Might be a good diversion if they all open, though."