"Not particularly, but I want Alex to keep all of his limbs so it's probably the best plan." She pushes on the door again, then frowns and shifts her attention to the edges of the frame, looking for any possible device that might be nested there.

"Something must have caused the door to lose its structural integrity. Nothing I know of, but something. Metal doesn't just destabilize on its own."

Unless it's not metal? That's... possible. They've encountered self-healing and molding materials before, like the vac suits of the soldiers who boarded the Donnager. It's outside of her realm of experience but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist.