A lift was in sight; they were finally there.  Following it up, it was a storage room, empty, and well hidden... that was a useful little passageway to know about.<br/><br/>"Alright, move out." Nayru said, and, as casually as possible, keeping her helmet on, she made her way through the port.<br/><br/>Minutes passed, in the corridors toward Bay 17, freedom in sight... and then she saw PROGO militia, not her own well-trained and disciplined sold... officers.  She restrained her first instinct, watching them head to the control center and informing them that the Port was closed.<br/><br/>"Seriously?  Dammit!" she swore under her breath, putting on her best acting, in case they were keeping an eye on them still "Might as well load up the ship to go and wait for the damn port to open!  Come on, let's get a move on; something tells me I"m going to need a drink..."<br/><br/>Then she headed them, a bit angrily, in the direction of the Bay still, hoping that the guards didn't try to stop them...<br/><br/>(Deception: 8 + 16 = 24, again if necessary)