Turns out, that alternative is likely. The way his face falls as he prods at the interface, the fact that his hand drops to his own blaster? He hardly even needs to say it.

"It's not a good one."

He steps back before he does anything that might send up alarms or, worse, identify him, and moves to the wall. He really should have paid more attention to the maintenance layout...

"There should be a panel here somewhere."