"You're right, but I'll be okay until we get out. I can't set the repairs until we get somewhere safe. It'll take me at least a day to repair the hardware," he said it, but his hands were shaking. He felt the bile rise. His hands were shaking. He clamped down his thoughts, trying to control them, and figure out what to do.

"We need to wait about two hours, they shift change then. Then we need to get out. I can't stay here while I repair, or they'll find me. If they interrupt the process..." he trailed off, the thought enough to make him ill. "No. I'll bypass the repairs for the moment."