She almost forgets he's there in her increasingly frenzied need to just get the damn door open, but then his voice cuts through the focused fog in her mind and she pauses to turn and look at him. His holoform looks different now, less... real. She almost asks about it before her mind catches up to what he's said.

Looking down at the crowbar in her hands, her grip tightens on it but she nods her agreement nonetheless. Going on like this isn't an option, and much as she'd wanted to avoid him seeing her like this, that ship has clearly sailed.

"Please," she says with a glance back at him, "help me."