Caya grinned slightly, tipped her head and then lead the way back to the battered old ship. Once there, she stepped under it and hit the switch that should have dropped the access ramp. Instead, it whirred and groaned as it had both times before. Caya grumbled something about tearing out the ship's systems if it kept acting up before trailing her hand along the hull.
When she found a certain spot, still over the ramp, and then, very roughly, hit the hull. There was a crack, and metallic whimper, and then the ramp hissed and slowly dropped. Caya smiled weakly and said before stepped up into the smaller ship, "It acts up every so often...pretty good for security, though, even if its annoying."
She then led you up into the ship, and the access ramp closed behind without too much trouble. The interior was cramped, tight, and it was really no surprise that the model never caught on. How half a dozen men were supposed to be able to survive comfortably in such a ship was hard to imagine. She stepped through a couple of open hatches to what was probably the lounge. But it was, of course, small, with a single table, a couple of chairs, and enough rust that it looked to have a new paint job.
Having a seat at the table in one of the uncomfortable chairs, Caya leaned back and motioned to another, "Its not the best but its secure in here. So would you like to dig through that data yourself or shall I plug it into the ship?"
