River swears under her breath, as the door is nearly about to give way. She thinks back to the globe and smacks her forehead. Those were cities, not ships. They were targeting other cities! She sighs and looks around, looking around the room. Well, she pretty much just screwed herself. She runs over to the paper, looking at it closely. It was some kind of code, but she did not recognize it. She looks at it closer. Perhaps it was the kill switch for this craft. She looks around, looking for any means of escape. She notices an airduct a few feet away and she scrambles toward it, prying it open. She rips two fingernails off in the process. She cringes and clambers inside, swinging herself and the pad up into the duct. She hurries on all fours and for the first time in her life, she is glad that she is small. She comes to a fork and takes the left path. She manages to make it back to the elevator shafts and kicks out to the grate to the duct. She couches on one of the bars and continues to examine the paper. If she could get to a computer, she could input this into the system and maybe it could do something to help. But first, she needed to get back to that room. She begins to crawl down the elevator shaft, heading toward the floor where the room was on. This is going to be hard. She would have to get back in without being caught and have to pull open the door. She reaches the door and grips one side of it. Using as much stength as she can, she pulls open the door a fraction and slides in, stumbling onto the floor.