Simon merely watched as his teammates bumbled around like plebs. At least Mez and Hundred has some sense of what was going on and they were efficient. Everyone else though? He didn't even know why they needed this many people for one lousy retrieval mission. A pilot, sure, but two pilots? And two doctors too? Two combat types as well, that was to be expected, which left the only odd one out being the prissy bitch that was Marga.

Hmm. The prospect of sharing the mission with someone like her irked him, but then again he had had to work with prissy bitch interns before on Mars. That backwater colony had the notorious rep for being the one place that nearly every off-world med school sent bad interns. He'd get used to it. 

For now, he simply focused on the tasks at hand. With the initial analysis of the inner airlock holding room done, and everything safe except for the rapid lack of air and heat, he was done with his safety checks. But when he approached the lockers he saw Farvis punch the only closed one through the door, then withdraw his hand just as abruptly. His optics noted the claw marks that had eaten through the outer suit and almost through the inner, and he gently pushed Farvis aside after he'd sufficiently vented his shotgun-based anger into the locker. 

"Stand aside, let me scan this. Optics, scan and x-ray."

He slowly panned his vision from the top to the bottom of the locker, unsure of what he'd find past the three gaping holes in the locker door.