"I'll do it. Just let me in. I mean you no ill will - I mean I -" Simon fumbled around with his words, in a state of slight panic at the unfolding events. Two of their crew had just jettisoned into the cold of space, one had gotten the airlock open and the other was following up behind her, but now there was a swarm of blue mini bots going straight for them. Things were not going entirely according to procedure, but then again, when had they ever? This mission wasn't exactly...what he'd imagined it to be.

He knew the pilot door had a window, and so he looked in, potentially at the pilot but moreso he was aiming for the two team members that were out in space. His ocular lenses, regular cosmetic contacts outfitted with nano-electronic display systems, zoomed in on the pair. His readouts showed both of their vitals as normal (though surprisingly one of them read more robot than human; he'd have to inquire about that later), but what worried him was the fact that the tiny little robots that were clustered around the female that had gotten the airlock open slightly. His optics told him that they were some form of offensive drone, though of what exact kind he couldn't tell. That was the main source of his growing panic. 

"Felix, you better let me in to help you get with the docking. Those little blue critters out there aren't advertisement drones looking for a sale."