Javik growls, less at the Turian than the situation. He can still hear, distantly, the sounds of movement. Some mechanical, others less so. It is disconcerting, and that makes him angrier. Anger, that was easy.

"Take your time," he says. It is very clear he does not mean it. It is not long, however, before the thin light of his communication device pulls back the darkness. It is not much, but his eyes had already begun to adapt to the black, so he can see the outline of the room and the edges of the Turian's face. Too smug.

"I pity your species. Come, we should see how far this darkness goes."

He trusts himself to move through the lounge, although he keeps his feet almost on the ground. The steps are awkward and shuffling but he trusts the Turian will not mention this.

The door is shut, but they are far from the exterior of the ship, and he is pretty sure- "Help me with this door, I think we can open it."

There's a chance. If not, they would have to look for something to pry it with, with luck they would find something before the light on the communicator died.