[Aiayla's Commandeered Room]<br/><br/>Aiayla plops herself down on her bunk, and unloads the chamber in her armor, dumping the lock parts on her bed. She quickly gets to fitting things together, making everything sit nicely. It works, sorta. The parts fit together, and fit together well. She had herself a second lock. Without more tools though, she wouldn't be able to do much more to secure the lock better. Maybe it would be able to hold for the moment. Most likely it wouldn't resist greater force.<i>I bet maybe it would be easier to reinforce the existing lock...</i><br/><br/>Didn't matter for now though. Yes, she nods. She moves over and does the best to fasten it to the door. This amounts to little more than pounding it into the door's structure till the door gives way enough space to hold it. She nods, approvingly, feeling that it would be enough for the moment, and steps out of her room, making sure to lock it behind her. Aside from the standard lock on the door, the secondary lock would hold until a greater force was applied to it. There was no other way to access it from outside the room.<br/><br/>[Hallway outside of living quarters]<br/><br/>She figured that everyone else would still be in the cargo bay. Well, everyone except Madison. She wasn't ready to head down there herself, and instead decided that she would take some time to try and figure out where the central ship computers would be. She looks down and taps on her computer to bring up the schematics. No main computer room. Damn. That means... Cockpit for certain. Maybe the engine room. Accessing the computers from the cockpit seemed riskier, and she figured that the ship's builders would have maybe put more security measures for access from those terminals. Oh well. She walks down the hall to scope out the engine room.<br/><br/>[Engine Room]<br/><br/>Aiayla casually walks into the engine room. Neymi was there, and she quickly noticed her, stopping suddenly. She hadn't figured that anyone else would be away from the infirmary. She ponders for a moment though, as she considered that Neymi was a person that she did have an interest in speaking with. She shakes her head and ponders what to ask her first.<br/><br/>"Hmm, well. I didn't expect anyone else to be nosing around the ship." She smirks, and looks around, trying to get a glimpse of what was on the terminal she was using.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>