Fanya's words made Becca nod softly. She did not know if she believed them but it helped to hear them all the same. Taking a few deep breaths she moved up to K and looked at the panel. She slung the rifle over her shoulder while pointedly trying to ignore the dried blood. Again she worked quickly but had to pause when her mind made sense of the soft noises she was hearing. She turned to K, arching a slender eyebrow.<span style="color: indigo"> "I-is that...what I think it is?"</span>She asked before turning back to the task at hand. This lock was a little more complicated and she had to short several points at once before the lock quietly disengaged.<br/><br/>With her job done she shoved her tools quickly into her pack and backpedalled as fast as she could. Her rifle was up and trained on the door, not sure what the hell was going to be on the other side.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>