Zoey flailed as she suddenly found herself being grabbed, but realized that it was probably for the best as she was handed off and stumbled into the compartment.  She had no idea where the hell she was, but her eyes spotted the levers, and the two little pictograms.  Ok... that was worrying.  She saw Alec and Sean struggling to pull the soldier in, and she put her hand around the Disengage Payload lever, watching and waiting until they managed to get the soldier inside.  The second that happened or the soldier was attacked, she would pull the lever and hopefully would cause whatever was in the next compartment to go for a long plunge into the ground.<br/><br/>It was almost as if time was moving slower, the adrenaline in her system making all but the most important things going on around her seem insignificant.  The engines of the plane were almost silent, and her heart was racing as she watched the struggle at the hatch.  Her knuckles were white, she had such a grip on the lever, knowing that thing might suddenly decide to come for them again.  She had no justifiable reason for lunging at the creature, which she was still unsure if it was real or one hell of a hallucination in her mind, but she'd done it and now she had to live with the consequences.  Thankfully they might be minimal, but that might be both a blessing or a curse.<br/><br/><em>Don't dwell on it.  Just focus, keep your eyes open, and know when to pull that damned lever.</em>