Octavia pressed her fingertips against the door, fighting the urge to scratch an uncomfortable itch on her head that was stemming from the inconvenient truth Mr Fischer pointed out. Not that this was unexpected. But she had planned for the patience to wait for an opportune moment to sneak past the guards. She was far too excited to wait patiently when they could make the opportunity themselves.

"Outside the gate, so he's not investigating on the grounds," Octavia suggested. She took her key from her pocket, calmly, carefully turning the lock in the knob. As soon as the guard was away they could rush inside and lock the door from the inside. Then it was on to preparing the Orion as much as possible before opening the wide hangar doors and getting the ship out and up in as little time as possible.