<strong>"You bast-!"</strong>was all she got out before blaster bolts ripped through various parts of her body, making her scream before it was stopped by a burst-fire from her dear friend, putting the stormtrooper out of his misery.  Finally, about goddamn time...<br/><br/><strong>"Could have, didn't, and didn't have much of a choice..."</strong>she commented, working on shaking herself, trying to push past the pain, focus herself<strong>"Get the girls, our little Zeltros has something I need..."</strong><br/><br/>While one would likely assume she meant the medpac, her mind was on something else for the moment: getting into that room, and then locking it once in there for a moment.  She needed those tools the woman carried on her to break the lock mechanically without ruining it, and she needed them quick, so she got to work the moment she got the tools.<br/><br/><strong>"Cover me, I'll be quick."</strong>she said as she got to work<strong>"Any of you know how to treat blaster wounds?  These things hurt..."</strong><br/><br/>[Mechanic to open the door: 10 + 15Roll = 25, should have proper tools too]