"What? 36578-" He turned his head, trying to look at her. How did she know this stuff? Regardless, it would be handy later. Moving sideways so he wasn't hurting himself or Reina, he began tapping and working the lock, tapping a combination he had done a thousand times, unbeknownst to them.

  The metal door opened with a mechanic hiss as the servos released bursts of air, letting them out of the storage hold. Liyam grabs a sharp tool that was laying on a crate. He tries to hold Reina back as he attempts to cut the ropes.
"Here," He says, pressing the tip of the tool to his bonds, holding it lopsided in his hand, "I don't want to cut you." After a few minutes, he managed to free them, the chord falling to the floor.

 The rest of the ship wasn't much better though. It was still burning hot, and it was only getting worse. Liyam looked about, they were in what appeared to be the main hall. With the storage hold behind them, 5 other metal doors blocked their view of the rest of the ship. 2 on either side of the hall and one in front of them. There were no labels.