[She insists on it after hitting at his shoulder for even daring to suggest a door might eat her again. Just because she's edging in close doesn't mean the door will try killing her again. She hopes. But she can't let her fear keep her from being the one that cracks this case.
Not that there's much of a case, but getting a door open manually and finding the manual would help her mood and feelings of worthlessness. ]
Don't press anything yet. Just...let's stop and think for a minute. Can you remember seeing any series of numbers posted on the walls or anywhere on the station?
I'm not. [ he assures, still squintly at the display as he moves over so she can get a better look too. ] A pin is usually 4 or 5 digits, that would make the most sense, probably.
[ she knows he has a good memory, but he has to cycle back through it a moment. he shuts his eyes to facilitate remembering, but nothing is springing immediately to mind. after a pause, he shakes his head and opens his eys to look at her again, suddenly much closer than she was a moment ago. ]
We don't know for sure if it will lock us out for trying. So, I don't know, just try 1-2-3-4 and see what it does.
[Failing's important because they can learn from it and see what happens. If they input enough wrong codes and the system doesn't shut them out, it means they can try as many different conversations as they want.
Her excitement about that shows on her face as he looks back to her, and she realizes just how close they're pressed in together. Whatever she was about to say dies on the tip of her tongue, but she's able to shake herself out of it and reach over his shoulder to try putting in the combination of numbers herself.]
[ he nods, about to obey her when she leans over his shoulder to do it herself. that works too. the system lights up red - wrong code. but it doesn't give them any other warnings. ]
[Nodding, she types in four random numbers without even looking to see what they are. That too blinks red and she huffs in frustration. Like the door is obligated to open after two tries.
Three attempts later, and she's frowning in deep concentration.
She keeps trying, one hand wrapped around Max's collar while the other plugs away at the keypad. Eventually something has to work, right? She loses track of how many different attempts she's made when finally the system doesn't light up red.
Wait -]
Does that mean we're in?
[He can try to open the door. Like hell she's going to push her way through it.]
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[She insists on it after hitting at his shoulder for even daring to suggest a door might eat her again. Just because she's edging in close doesn't mean the door will try killing her again. She hopes. But she can't let her fear keep her from being the one that cracks this case.
Not that there's much of a case, but getting a door open manually and finding the manual would help her mood and feelings of worthlessness. ]
Don't press anything yet. Just...let's stop and think for a minute. Can you remember seeing any series of numbers posted on the walls or anywhere on the station?
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[ she knows he has a good memory, but he has to cycle back through it a moment. he shuts his eyes to facilitate remembering, but nothing is springing immediately to mind. after a pause, he shakes his head and opens his eys to look at her again, suddenly much closer than she was a moment ago. ]
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[Failing's important because they can learn from it and see what happens. If they input enough wrong codes and the system doesn't shut them out, it means they can try as many different conversations as they want.
Her excitement about that shows on her face as he looks back to her, and she realizes just how close they're pressed in together. Whatever she was about to say dies on the tip of her tongue, but she's able to shake herself out of it and reach over his shoulder to try putting in the combination of numbers herself.]
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Try another.
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Three attempts later, and she's frowning in deep concentration.
She keeps trying, one hand wrapped around Max's collar while the other plugs away at the keypad. Eventually something has to work, right? She loses track of how many different attempts she's made when finally the system doesn't light up red.
Wait -]
Does that mean we're in?
[He can try to open the door. Like hell she's going to push her way through it.]