Things seemed to be turning out better than Loral had first expected. That wasn't saying much, though, as Loral often expected the worst outcomes, especially when he didn't quite trust the expertise of others. That was more his fault than their's. Trust wasn't the issue, but more or less Loral's stubborn pride. He liked to hold himself above others in some respect and that was usually efficiency and responsibility, though he refrained from showing that unless it went further than subconscious habits and thoughts.

The hacking team was gone before the fight had begun, Aran giving out orders as the rightful leader of their small squad. He paid attention, giving little thought to Kali's subtle gazes. They seemed more cautionary and didn't warrant any attention other than she was familiarizing herself or was thinking too deeply, especially since he could only tell she was staring if her visor was directed at him. Of course, Loral couldn't blame her nervousness, if that was what it was, especially since this seemed far from what she should or would be doing. Maybe she was desperate. Quarians, especially younger ones, tended to keep to themselves most of the time, just out of necessity. The harsh treatment their species usually received was enough warning for anyone stepping outside of the flotilla. He doubted Kali differed from the usual suspect Quarian on their pilgrimage. This was far from what he would have done for his pilgrimage. if he'd been given a choice. Everything about that situation and those dangers had been forced upon him. Were he given a choice now, Loral would have denied having to traverse such lengths for a simple gift.

Bullets and shouting ripped the qurian doctor from his thoughts, pushing him against a trio of toppled crates to avoid injury. Even with his pistol out, Loral did nothing to aid their bodyguards, as they seemed under complete control of the situation. A few guards didn't seem like much of a fair match, to be frank. Looking around, Loral kept tabs on the turian, Aran Nykerius, and the young quarian, Kali. If a stray bullet so much as grazed them, he'd be by their side in a heartbeat to patch them up. Loral always kept spare equipment, as much as needed should an emergency rise, though not necessarily a firefight. It would last at least a few wounded and one in need of an actual hospital, which, he was certain, was enough to keep their bodyguards up and alive or any of the two hackers from certain death, so long as he could follow up with actual treatment. It was as prepared as he could possibly get with what supplies he had. He just hoped an individual's life wouldn't depend on whether or not they secured the ship. From the looks of it, if they couldn't do that, they'd might as well all be dead or worse.

Upon entering the administrator's office and exiting battle, Loral quickly turned to seal the doors shut behind them. If things got sticky, it'd give them time to finish whatever they were doing before turning their full attention to what was forcing its way inside. Loral worked as Aran talked before turning his attention to the job he'd been assigned. Upon completion, Loral slid to Kali's side, giving her a nod as his omni-tool interface flashed to life. Maybe his presence would help her work, or maybe not. Just as long as she could complete her task. The good thing was that they weren't under a hail of bullets and were given ample time to complete everything. Looking at her now, he didn't quite know if she could handle that much pressure.

Attaching his device to the systems in front of him, Loral managed to wire himself into the Hangar's entrances and exits, as well as the blast doors that lead to the vacuum of space outside, in case things turned extra sour. It took awhile taking care of the simple tas, seeing as he wasn't as much experienced as his other two compatriots, but Loral managed to seal as many doors into and out of the hangar as possible. That would likely keep C-Pat busy whilst the others on the floor took care of Siame and the ship. He'd just have to keep his eye on them and his finger close to his comms in case the hangar was breached. He seemed to finish closely after Kali had announced her own task completed.

"All done," Loral called out, looking at Aran and then the administrator they'd held up. He was contemplating knocking the man unconscious or tying him up, but thought better. At least this one was rational and somewhat compliant, if not visibly upset.

Looking at the doorway, he hid furrowed brows and a concern look behind his visor. "Hopefully, our bodyguards made quick work of their task," he said, "otherwise, I'm certain there'll be plenty of C-Pat officers knocking down the hangar bay doors. I don't think many of us would get out alive in that situation." His fingers tapped the glass of his helmet, making a soft padded noise that filled whatever silence there was between the three, plus one.

"I guess worrying doesn't matter right now," Loral cut in. He brought his gun up and moved toward the door, stopping to give both Kali and Aran a quick glance. "I'll keep this secured and locked down, if you two need more time. I can't be of much help anymore; it'd take more time we don't have," Loral said before tapping a few commands into his omni-tool. The door sprung open and he walked out before he sealed the room back down. 

The hall he'd stepped into seemed empty for now, aside from a stray body that Mark and Jaerdi barreled through on their way to the HQ. Out of everyone, currently, Loral shouldn't be the first choice to stand guard in most situations, but, as luck would have it, this situation seemed to be among the few rare ones in which he was forced to. The tool displaying info in an orangish glow above his arm was still bright and alive, making sure he kept tabs on the doors and whether they were compromised or not. Oddly enough , the hangar and surrounding area seemed somewhat remote of any patrols or C-Pat guards, for that matter. At least, from what he could deduce from the information he was being given. It was either that or they were all preoccupied with Jaerdi and Mark. But still, they were so close to the headquarters too that they should have been knocking on the sealed doors the moment Tanya had opened fire. It didn't seem much of a coincidence either, but Loral stopped himself their before he traversed too far out of focus. It didn't matter, as long as everything was going according to plan.

As the humans say, "Never look a gift horse in the mouth." Whatever that meant.