Marga ignored the commotion going on from where she was sheltered, examining her newly sustained wounds. Damn, laser burns hurt like a [i]bitch[/i] - and they'd burned a hole right through her environmental suit to boot. It wasn't a particularly bad or large hole though, so with a bit of luck she could patch it up just fine. And with even a bit more luck they might be able to get the proper power back switched back onto the Lone Star. Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but the environmental suit currently keeping the thief alive was also irritating her. It was very cumbersome and heavy. Without it she'd have been able to easily dive out of the way of those lasers. Marga cursed the bloody thing.

Though [i]why[/i] the lasers were still activated was beyond her. The possibilities were intriguing though - well, to a thief such as Marga they were anyway. The Shuttle Control Room had security to keep out miscreants, that she could understand, there was valuable equipment in there after all and tampering with it could potentially affect the safety of everyone on board. If you were to sabotage it, that was - again, she was approaching the situation like she would if she were planning to steal something. However, the ship was only now running on back-up power which the team had activated. The mystery as to where the turrets were getting their power from was puzzling - and why? Surely there were more important rooms than this one to divert power to in an emergency or black-out situation. Marga mused on this thought for a while. Perhaps there was something of value inside the Shuttle Control Room? Odd place to stash something worth stealing, but the experienced thief had seen odder. Well, only one way to find out. Pushing herself to her feet and letting out more curses, Marga walked into the room. She surveyed it like she was preforming a heist. She grinned, anticipation rising at what she might come across.