Each breath felt like her last, but she kept taking deep breaths to calm herself and access that inner voice that would help and explain to her how to fix the cargo doors. If she panicked, she’d lose her train of thoughts, which was even worse given the situation. Time was of utmost importance, and it was running out quicker than a hare being chased.
The cargo doors were located just outside the largest window of the lab. Like the access doors, they were hidden within the inner machinations of the spacecraft. But instead of a recognition system that would be used to gain access, it had a panel with a collection of jumbled wires and sensors. Ideally, they should’ve been able to open it from the inside. In fact, it could only be opened on the inside. But something had gone wrong within the
