He skips the jab, rolling straight into jamming his fingers (or attempting to, anyway) in the slight crack between sealed sliding doors. One additional second spent tucking the comm into his pocket before the other hand follows suit.

"So tell me--" his sentence breaking with a low grunt, muscles going taut from effort. "ever had any awkward situations with the whole 'hand scanner' thing, because I feel like that could get real ugly real fast."