Max cursed to himself when he saw Smythe standing in the door. They were way so damn close to actually pulling this off, but it would all be for nothing if them got caught now. The engineer quickly thought about his options. Octavia was (hopefully), close to getting the last mooring line undone, then all they needed to do was start the engine and take off. They could try and wait it out, but Max knew Smythe was good at his job. He would be thorough, and that meant getting caught. Max had only one crazy idea that could work, and he hoped that Octavia would take the hint and keep working. "Hey, Smythe." he said while climbing down the ladder. He did his best to make it sound like there was absolutely nothing wrong with him being here. "Mr. Fischer?" called Smythe. "What on earth are you doing here?" So far the plan was working, as Smythe hadn't gone for help. Not yet, anyway. "I'm just saying goodbye to the old place. You heard that Hubert was letting me go?" he said, casually approaching the guard. He knew he was distracting, but was it enough for Octavia to get the job done?