The whole ship is huge as crap to begin with, Below forbid she get lost. Because these floors felt like a maze.

And yet Samantha felt captivated enough by the idea of the void since she first heard of it, that it drove her on to a very long hobble through the corridors on a few different levels of the Tranquility. To now find herself stopped by a door unwilling to open to the number on her arm. Almost entirely positive this is where she needs to be, Sam eases her fingers into any panel or keypad nearby— even pressing her arm against the door like it would actually scan it. With anger settling in, a crutch leaves the ground in attempt to beat submission out.

It conveniently helps pass time while she unintentionally waits for a someone with proper access to come strolling along to hear her quiet rage.

"—stupid —fucking —door!"