She's not thrilled

"This is bullshit captain," Marie stabbed an accusing finger at the innocent view screen that had been occupied by Safin's face moments before, "that smug bastard is jerking us around! He knew about the door, but sent us here anyway! My sister is off on her own in this hell, and this prick could not care less!"

"She's right Samson," Irina joined in, "Something feels off about this whole thing, and I don't just mean the rampaging monsters."

"I don't like this either," Nicholas blurted out, "but...," he paused uncertainly before plowing on, "if getting these access codes gets us closer to getting off this freak-show of a ship, then that's what we need to do. Safin or no Safin, we could use access to the main bridge!"

Samson considered for a moment, then shrugged. "Can't disagree with any of that. Still, before we start making grand plans, we need to cover our asses. Let's secure the rest of this level first, then have a good think about whats next. Don't want any of those buggers sneaking up on us again."

Though the captain did well to cover it, Marie could sense that the situation was getting to him too. The engineer fell into step with the captain as the crew made their way back to the elevator T-junction, and risked a few evaluating glances at him. Now that she was paying more attention, she noted that he was still favoring the leg that had been injured in the prior firefight, and fighting hard not to show it.

Before she had a chance to process this information, the foursome arrived at the elevator bank. Samson paused in front of their small supply stash for a moment, looking to each side.

"Alright. We'll leave the supplies here for the moment. Should be just a couple of small auxiliary bridge sections in either direction. We'll go in pairs, and clear each side. Marie, Irina, you take this one," Samson pointed to the right. "Nicholas, you're with me - and watch where you point that thing, will you?"

Nicholas swallowed nervously, and nodded, gripping his rifle a little tighter.

"Here," Samson reached over, and held out a pulse pistol to Marie, "you better take this too."

Marie reached out and grabbed the weapon, securing it to her surgical RIGs waist. A brief indicator message popped up on the HUD of her helmet, registering the weapon, followed by an orange warning notifying her that "SIDEARMS ARE NOT ALLOWED IN THE OPERATING ROOM."

"Stay on your comms - run into any trouble, you flag it and get back up. Clear? Alright, move it!" Samson barked out, and led the way down the left hallway.

"You're in good hands Irina," Nicholas gave a **** grin, then waved at the two women. "I'll see you two soon." He turned, and followed the Captain.

Marie shared a look with the young medic, then turned to the hallway in front of them. "I'll take the lead, you cover. OK?"

Irina nodded, and readied her pistol. Marie started forward, eyes alert for any signs of danger.

Marie is carrying:
Pulse Pistol
Surgical Blade