Devin noticed the woman's approach and glanced up as she entered, making a cursory assessment. She'd likely been here longer than he, given her apparent ease with interacting with the station computers. Her uniform indicated she was somewhere in the same organizational hierarchy as him.

The sword, on the other hand, was decidedly not standard issue. The weapon itself could only have been custom-made, and to wear it openly was either a display of arrogance or complete confidence in its use. Devin guessed it was the latter, though the two were not mutually exclusive.

"You may wish to inform whichever sorry sap is on duty in engineering as well, while you're handing out orders," Devin remarked blandly, his gaze back on the terminal. He'd pulled up details on those sections, and the creatures did seem to be attracted to power sources. "Assuming those sections can be vacated, why not simply vent them of atmosphere until they die?"