"Fair enough."

She follows his quick assessment, and nods at his count. "I haven't seen anyone new leave yet. A few of the uniforms have gone through both main doors -- from here, I didn't see anything more than a lit-up hallway. No one's come in or out from behind the bar yet, but if you're right -- and I think you are -- we'll get more information outside than we will from a storage room or separate office."

This room is contained, curved along what must be the hull of the ship or station, and it doesn't make sense to go further in and risk being cornered. Nobody keeps their important intel in the bar unless they're deep undercover or working a front, and somehow -- she furrows her eyebrows at a uniform walking by -- she doesn't think this place is going for that kind of subtlety. "No security at the doors. We go out there, find an exit, and gather intel on wherever we are."

She crooks an eyebrow, turns to him. "What's your call, Captain?"