I know the type. Money and sadism in excess going hand in hand in places like this.

[ Adriana replies almost too automatically when Varric asks if she knew the type; she didn't seem to realize the question had been rhetorical. This was hardly Insurrectionist controlled space and these weren't the Outer colonies, but she knew smugglers. Even if wasn't being smuggled was sensitive data and the perpetrators a little more human in appearance their patterns and methods had a predictability to it.

For the moment, she stayed crouched low and content to watch Varric to fiddle with the door with his knife. She seemed complacent enough even unnervingly so; only her eyes moved around the room. Taking it all in. Then, she nods and reaches for her helmet again.

This was what she had been trained for. Dropped far behind enemy lines with no oversight with one mission: to wreak magnificent damage. ]

We have our way out if you found the door.

[ Adriana only had to take a single stride to clear the distance to the door. Her fingers press against seam in the door. There was resistance and a lot of it as she forces a gap in the door wide enough to fit her fingers. There was a sizzling sound of wires begin to tear and fray behind the heavy layers of metal as over a quarter ton of MJOLNIR armor start praying the door apart. A sharp squeal of metal on metal with sparks shooting out of broken pistons as the doors are forcibly pushed back into their sliding mechanisms.

Adriana didn't even look like she so much as broke a sweat when she turned back to Varric and gave him a little thumbs up gesture. ]