Ianthe's lips quirked in a wry smile as Toi's form flickered and vanished from sight, but a quip died on her lips as she once again steadied herself with a hand pressed against a bulkhead.<span style="color: teal">"The damping field's either down or doesn't reach this far,"</span>she announced quietly.<span style="color: teal">"So if Toi can't hack those sentries I can maybe... adjust their aim."</span>She let the text from Neymi linger in her HUD, while she covered the rear of their little group with her Shadow Lance.<span style="color: teal">"I would really hate to get caught between security guns and a pack of insane experimental critters, though, so we should make this fast."</span><br/><br/>Her free hand drifted to her wrist-comp briefly, as if to key a reply to Neymi, but instead she sighed, dismissed the text, and extended her perceptions ahead, beyond the sentry guns. Given what Neymi had said she wasn't expecting to sense anything living, but she hadn't survived this long by being reckless.<span style="color: teal">"Do we have any information on the kinds of weapons they were researching here, that we're likely to find up in the lab?"</span><br/><br/>[Activating Psionic Scan, roll 18 + skill 17 = 35]<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>