"Withholding delays, eta is 45 minutes." Farica said, entering a code in a console. "Grab spare mags from those crates, and straighten those pins. If nobody can pull them, it's safe to assume you can't either."
Meri walked into the monorail and, after grabbing about five extra mags for her smg, sat down in the floor, legs crossed. She started humming the same random tune from the truck, nodding slightly to the beat only she could catch.