Only by virtue of living a double life for a decade did Cath manage not to wince or give away any of his concern at Mae's slip up. He did look at her, but the look was clearly one of mild chastisement for such an outlandish idea. "That's cinema, sweetheart," he reminded her gently.
"Plus if we can get control of the bridge, I'd prefer to ability to secure ourselves," he agreed. "Can't do that if we have to literally bust down the door to get in."
Mae could do it, he knew. She had a talent for anything destructive and Sean was one of the best demolitionists he'd ever worked with. He'd taught her well.
Rappelling down from above could work as well, but Cath didn't like the idea of going in blind. With the security cameras down and no word from the crew in days, what was going on on the bridge was a huge bleeding mystery. He wasn't keen on sending Mae to have a looksee without more information about what she might find.
"The girl, Riffraff, the one who runs the systems. She has those roombas wandering around. Wonder if we could get her to attach a camera to one and have it take a look around up there through the ventilation system. Then we could know how big the vents are and if we're lucky, what sort of resistance we can be expecting."