Considering the only planet they've found so far concluded their stay with forced edits, Rinzler has very little qualms about releasing the virus there. But the compromise is reasonable enough, and more than he'd expected given her rejection before. The enforcer's helmet ducks.
"Can search station schematics for working airlocks."
"It would still depend on having a method of launching it," she says, musing. "I'd be glad to have your help." She tilts her head a little. "If that's what you meant."
There's a slight slant of the mask. Launching sounds like an engineering problem, and while Rinzler's had some training, there are better experts in-system for that. He'd been offering to scout for access. But if it gets the job done...
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"Can search station schematics for working airlocks."
In case the portals don't open.
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He nods.
"Can assist."
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"All right, good," she says. She turns as if to go, then turns back.
"I guess it's just because I'm part of the system as a whole, though, huh?"
Her head tilts slightly; it seems she's studying him, trying to account for why he is offering his help.
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"Clarify?"