[ In theory. Roslyn has never been more thankful for the instincts that made her go to AI and ensure that only certain people were able to go in and out of the cells. She's moving stiffly still, mobility limited as she holds up her tablet. ]

You can't get in. I'm not going to tell you the code, and if you make a single move towards me again I'm hitting this button and all of my guards will be alerted and this becomes so much more ugly than it has to be. [ That was about all the air she had, and she subsides, breathes in deeply a few times. ]