Layla frowns at the door for a moment, then glances over at her metal-armed companion.

"Can you pry that loose?" she asks, with a quick gesture towards the faceplate of the security scanner beside it. She could remove it herself with tools - but if his grip strength with that cybernetic arm is half as good as it looks like it should be, he could do it faster. "I want to fry the lock so I don't have to hold it behind us."