The concern of Renaya doing anything to the ship was hardly alleviated with the technician suggesting that she wouldn't do it. Though Cas appreciated the fact that she didn't have to outright say it. “The thought never crossed my mind…” Helping at the mooring station aside, Cas only trusted Renaya as far as she could throw her. It occurred to her, given the lowered gravity brought about by thrust, that maybe that wasn't entirely accurate. She could throw the woman further than she trusted her. Dropping her arm, Cas shrugged and sighed. “Aug…” Tapping on the ear comm, she gestured for Renaya to follow. “Cut on the feed to the utility room and monitor it. Also, unlock the interior entrance. The statement would have been clear. If anything happened, whether the feed went on a loop or of if the feed went out, Aug wouldbe down there quicker than a technician can disengage the grav locks. Approaching the metal door, the interior locks disengage and the seal let out a wheeze as it broke. “So is it Renaya or do you shorten it…like Ren or Aya…” She turned to investigate the masked woman with a less than neutral tone.