[Mary holds on. This swaying is nothing compared to climbing the rigging in the storm. The movement slows her but between her personal training and her job abilities she keeps climbing and soon she reaches the underside.
The make of this thing is wholly alien to her, but she knows a hatch when she sees one. Reaching into her coat she pulled out a device she'd not yet find a use for, but maybe now the technology would be a match. Pointing her sonic screwdriver at it she held down the button, making the tip light up as it whirred. She gently turned it and moved it around the hatch, hoping to get it to open.]
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The make of this thing is wholly alien to her, but she knows a hatch when she sees one. Reaching into her coat she pulled out a device she'd not yet find a use for, but maybe now the technology would be a match. Pointing her sonic screwdriver at it she held down the button, making the tip light up as it whirred. She gently turned it and moved it around the hatch, hoping to get it to open.]