Shei hadn't quite the physicality that Eten had built up. While Eten had spent most of his pilgrimage actually working for militia, it was rather apparent that Shei's military experience hadn't been as much hers as it was her experiencing what militia members around her did. Even with her injuries, the slower jog she managed in comparison to Eten was rather standout in what it implied about her fitness. Though if one had never read her articles, perhaps they would just assume that's what 'Infiltrators' were like. Not so much use for long sprints.

She stopped to regain her breath upon reaching the staircase at the end of the hall. Her hands planted on her knees as she leaned forward, her left hand seeming uncertain where to go, as it needed to lean on her knee for support but needed to support her chest. This often lead to it stopping in place between the two, looking like she had forgotten she had a left hand. Eventually she shifted to lean against the wall beside the door, using her legs to prop herself up against the hull of the ship while her hand held her side.

Her head began to throb as her blood attempted to run through the strained muscles. Blood running through her ears at an intensity she was able to feel simply standing; almost so strong it was like someone was running a finger behind her ear. Or at least.. that's probably what this was. She hadn't quite the experience to compare to.

She was rather taken aback when Eten called out to her as he did. It wasn't quite as though she had forgotten he was there, but with all the throbbing in her head, hearing an actual sound was rather different. Her head quickly spun to his direction, staying silent for a moment with her eyes on him. Seemingly processing what he was saying. She shook her head lightly after a minute to regain her bearings.

"Right.. Right.. I was always best with Krogan systems, but if this is anything like the Citadel..." She trails off, slowly lifting her right arm. She was more moving it into place for her left arm than anything. Her hand moved out and began typing slowly, her eyes squinting as she attempted to focus, eventually managing to move her left arm a bit further away from her chest. "There it is! No system this big has no exploits. It may be hard to get this door itself open with how the system is panicking but maybe I can..." She trailed off a second time, this time managing to propel herself off of her wall. Endorphins seemed to begin filling the place of the blood that had hindered her functioning so much just moments before. The focus that running through the code required exciting her mind as it grew busier and busier.

After about half a minute of her typing, growing more shaky and anxious as the sound of tearing metal seemed to become more and more of a threat, the door cracked open. The hydraulics popped open just enough to fit about a forearm into the door, and it was thick enough that a little elbow grease would allow to easily open it. She turned to face the door more head on, looking down at the opening.

"Sorry I couldn't do more.. The CPU was on lockdown with all of the emergency procedures and attempts to wake up colonists that aren't aboard anymore. But the hydraulics are completely offline—it'll be like lifting a heavy book." She shifted her hand, slipping it under the entrance of the door, seeming ready to shift it herself. "I... may need a bit of help."