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Marga rolled her eyes at Farvis' outburst, noting gladly that there appeared to be no worse injury than some nasty looking tissue damage and a concussion - which both doctors promptly took care of anyway. Marga stood up, pleased that the situation had been dealt with. Normally she wouldn't have been the one to help out a fellow teammate - and especially not an injured one at that. However the circumstances here were very different from a mission with the Armada. With these people, half of whom were strangers, there was no law that stated that any man who fell behind would be left behind - at least, Marga thought, no one had voiced such a notion. Furthermore, having two trained medical professionals was bound to come in extremely useful given how the team was barely in the Lone Star's front door and had already suffered casualties and fatalities.

Looking over to where Mez stood further down the corridor, Marga wasn't so sure what would happen to her if she were that aforementioned person unlucky enough to fall behind. Then again, there was that moment right before and immediately following the bomb going off earlier. Unconsciously, the thief's feet had started leading her over to where the Visipian was standing, hand poised on his gun. When Marga noticed this, she spun on her heel and quickly diverted her attention to the nearest possible thing. This just happened to be the door with writing on it that read 'Shuttle Control Room'. 

Hoping her earlier actions hadn't been caught by Mez, Marga ran her palm up and down the center of the door. She knocked against the metal a few times too, testing it. Her findings didn't shock her. The door was heavily reinforced, but clearly wasn't designed to outsmart thieves. The middle of the door held the solution to opening it. Marga knocked on this part of the entrance a few more times before she was satisfied, then she opened the messenger-style bad that was slung over her shoulder and started rooting around in its depths. 

After a few moments of searching, Marga pulled out what looked to be a type of grenade and then a vial of fluorescent purple liquid. Marga popped open the vial and poured the liquid along the edges of the armoured panels that were located down the middle of the Shuttle Control Room's door. Then, the thief expertly and carefully picked apart the grenade and sprinkled its contents over where she had poured the colourful liquid. Grinning, Marga stepped back and watched as the chemicals reacted to effectively melt through the amoured panel, which when Marga stepped forward and tugged at it, fell away easily, revealing six heavy-duty locks beneath it.

Marga nodded, more to herself than anyone, then preceded to crack her knuckles. It was an unconscious habit she had before she attempted picking locks, one she'd had for years now. Marga worked silently on the locks, carefully twisted the tumblers this way and that, hoping to hit their sweet spots. It didn't take too long and one by one, a satisfying click was heard from each of them. The thief stood up from where she'd been crouching as she worked on the last lock and took a step back, bumping into a familiar body. Jumping slightly, Marga cleared her throat and stepped to the side.

"Anybody want to do the honours?" she asked, referring to pushing or pulling the heavy door open now that she had unlocked it. Well, she hoped she had unlocked it.
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