As she straightened from her lockpicking, Becca would feel a... presence, behind her. Something dark, yet reassuring.<br/><br/>Sue was perched on top of a small emergency fire extinguisher set into the wall just behind the mechanic, waiting for the door to open. Waiting to protect the mechanic if she had to, despite her (very) slowly fading anger at Becca's little indiscretion.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>