"One moment, I need to check something."
Holding a hand (and a lek) up in a "Stop!" gesture Sianni walks over the door of the office, opens it and pokes her head out to look left and right. "Nope, no airlock nearby. So we have the following situation: K'ril enter the station which is caught by the security cams. Lockdown procedure amounts to a grand total of two sentences but they still can't finish it till the K'ril are in here. So either you have pretty weird procedures in place like "No lockouts unless during a lomin ale run." or they didn't even see that security footage because someone arranged for just that. I'll discount the "too much spice to to able to differentiate between security cams and a vid soap" theory for the moment." Turning to Martina she answers her objection. "Yeah, real tricky that. And yet we have full security details on a good number of Ijatsis, according to what my hammerhead friend discovered in that droid's brain. Your husband insists your data can't be sliced so either someone leaked those or you have a very odd company newsletter: 'A heartfelt congratulation from the Management to Sarin Dolan who has just finished his thirtieth year with our company. In other news, Devan Ijatsi has decided to reduce his security detail again. Following is his full schedule (including private appointments) for the next week.' Which do you think more likely, hmm," Sianni finishes with a smug smile.
"On second thought, there is another explanation. Perhaps K'ril coming aboard isn't that much of an unusual occurence to initiate a security lockdown. Perhaps the deal broke down when one side became to greedy and the K'ril decided that, being already here, it might be kinda convenient to take what they came for free of charge. Now, how does that sound, I wonder?" Sianni grins delightedly while her hands drop to her thighs, just in case.