What do you think I know about space locks? [He waves one hand dismissively.] Claire was always better at that kinda thing than me, anyway.

[There's a small door not far from where they exited the kitchen and mess area, and Firo stops in front of it, sizing it up.]

We can still try to break 'em down.

[The confidence in the statement abates slightly towards the end because this thing looks pretty damn solid. But brute force isn't their only resort--there's finesse too, so Firo whips out his knife while he studies the door for any vulnerability.]