"Hotwiring??" replies Isabelle incredulously, gesturing at the doorway with both hands. "You two know who I am, do you think I have time to go around picking open doors?"

[i]Hey, should we really be speaking that way to our kidnappers?[/i]

"I mean, not that hotwiring isn't a noble and lovely pasttime, but this isn't the alarm on my bedroom wind- I mean a standard piece of Consortium technology, this is Zaldarian nanotech. You can't just manipulate the hardware without taking into account the software too. There's probably passive monitoring and repair protocols built into the lock."

She thinks, wondering about the puzzle in front of her.

"I had a couple of data spikes on me earlier, give them to me." she says, holding out her hand without taking her eyes off the locking mechanism.

[i]Uh, we are a [u]prisoner[/u] here remem-

Shhhh![/i] chorus the others

Once she feels something land in her palm, she jabs it into the door's electronics without thinking. As it would turn out, this would be a fatal mistake.

-- Files detected --

[i]Wait, files? The data spikes were all blan-ohshit.[/i]

Isabelle tries to remove the spike, to prevent the disaster, but it's too late. The spike has already begun the process of locking into the electronics. Unless it's securely ejected ... 

-- An active program is preventing shutdown.--

[i]No, no no no no NO! [/i]

-- Accessing files. Text Detected. Commencing audio playback. --

[i] Ksshttt -- "Iralina carressed the side of the mech's housing, her breath warm enough to frost the glass on the cockpit. 'Oh Amber, I have placed my life in your mechanical hands more times than I could count ... but .. but tonight, I trust you with something far more valuable 

... my heart."

"Oh Iralina, I have stood against plasma for you." came the mechanical voice, as a ghostly arm carressed her face in return. "I have held back flames. I would soar the stars themselves to find you one for your own ...[/i]

"Uhh IGNoRe ThaT!" stammers Isabelle, whose face is rapidly turning a colour to match the prose. "It's ... uh, a security deflection program! The nanobots now have to focus runtime on playing it see? And now the hardware is more accessible! That's all it is!"

She tried her best to figure out what wire to pull as more and more gushy sappy romance about a woman and her mech spilled forth from the traitorous apparatus.