The weapon doesn't swing their way at least. Telrim crouches down with it, putting a couple of shots into the computer's innards. A few of them glow briefly; she closes it back up to small popping sounds. Hopefully that's low-powered enough not to draw attention, but enough to fry the memory. She knows this computer is secured from the main ship systems.

The display starts flashing up jarring red-lined alerts instantly. The Dracon beam goes back to her side, and she closes up the portal. She takes a moment to check the computer's dead and shut down what's left, outlining the next stage as she does. Now's the best time. "The data's stored in one other location, that I know of. It's on the deck below this: shouldn't be hard to reach. We'll take a gravity lift down."