Aiayla caught a glimpse of the diagnostics. Her thoughts quickly turned to that of confirmation that she was making the right assessment of Neymi, and how useful she would be in her opinion. She smirks, and shrugs.<br/><br/>"Yep, that's my name, and with those two drones floating over you when you walked into the meeting room, I figured you for a tech head." She rubbed her chin for a moment, her thoughts bouncing between her lock, and the self destruct mechanism. She figured that Neymi was being rather open about her intent to try and bypass the procedure, so that might be where she wanted to start first. "I suppose you could say that I was looking for you just for that reason. Even better than I had hoped too. I was hoping I could convince you to look at that 'suicide lock'. I don't like the idea that this ship would blow itself up and strand us somewhere in the middle of nowhere." She chuckles, and crosses her arms in front of her. "I suppose it's good to hear that I wasn't the only one thinking about that as well." She grins a bit, "So any luck looking into it yet, or has it all been diagnostics so far?" She pointed over to the terminal with the numbers without unfolding her arms, and walks over to it slowly, watching it more so than Neymi for the moment.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>