Not that much brainpower, honestly. If it's away from machines and some electronics, Amos is useless. Violence above all, because it is all that he knows. He's trying, though - even harder now than he was before, because Naomi isn't here to guide him. Help him. And Prax isn't, either, which feels like a different kind of loss.

"What if there are no vac suits in there?"

Amos asks as he pops the panel open - at least, they're still making that easy. He fingers through the wires, following their circuit and making a few deductions.

"There's a chance doing this will put everything on complete shutdown mode, by the way," he says, just as he pulls at a wire, taking it out of its fitting, the ends sparking once dying out. Then another, and he brushes them together, inwardly crossing his fingers...

The door lets out a whine, long and creaky, before disengaging the lock. "Bingo."