Shelley blinks, pales, and goes.

A slightly fumbled sequence into the keypad by the door means she has to re-enter the code, biting her lip edgily. She wishes, rather distractedly, that they had bolts, too. She knows that technically the electronic locks are stronger, but she is very aware that if somebody knows the right code...

She goes back to the comm.

"She's outside my room. I didn't go in, she'd been stabbed." One hand goes involuntarily to her neck. "V-very dead."