Trek round to the door and blast it open.

Rebel forces ready to fire. "ALL CREW BRACE FOR IMPACT!", I yelled down the intercom. "Yes, sir", came the reply. "Hold on, we're using FWCS?", came Jon's voice. The lights flashed and an incapacitated flight crew. Flowers?! We have a crumb. - Thanks! - Yeah. - You all right, ma'am?