"Of course." Rico nudges him just the slightest aside to make room as he kneels down and digs out a little set of lockpicking tools from his utility belt. The bulky shoulderpads might make this a slightly pointed object lesson. "We have an all-access departmental access key, but we're trained just in case. So how about the old-fashioned way for once?"

He sticks one end of a metal tool in the corner of his mouth as he starts clinking away, hands measured and steady, a counterpoint to the speedy data entry happening besides him. "Give me fifty seconds for something like this." His claim might come across as a boast, but it's entirely factual. The higher end of his average time at the Academy.

A flash of movement reflects in his visor, and Rico tilts his head without breaking eye contact with the lock. "I think you'd better nail that combination soon too, juve. I hear footsteps. Approaching fast." He's hardly going to be the one to drop his tools, so whatever happens, Thad's just earned the honor of dealing with it.