"You can't hear shit from c-suite." Saturday rolls her shoulders in a way that indicates that her expectations were met, and she is profoundly contemptuous that they were. "It's all windchimes and plush velvet up there."

She waves a hand.

"If you can narrow down where it's coming from, maybe I can help a little. I got this knack for uh, kinda - not hearing - well, the short version is I got magic powers and if we can figure out where the banging is coming from, I can maybe sense what's going on inside the bulkhead if it can't be seen. If it involves something moving, anyway."

Saturday wasn't gonna sleep anyway - might as well bug hunt.