No, I... [she stops, distracted by some small detail. It's just so eerie, so strange. All the indication of power and life, but no sound, no hum.] ...I was on the Citadel. Normandy shouldn't have been within a dozen light-years of where I was.

[She takes a deep breath and suddenly snaps to purpose, turning to look back at the place the door had been. It's an airlock now, or rather it's the interior shielding-door to the airlock, with at least ten feet of air and another three of shielding and armor between where they're standing and whatever it is that's outside the ship.]

I can get us through there, physically. But we don't know what's on the other side anymore, and if it's hard vacuum then we'd both better be in kit. [Assuming, of course, that more doors don't simpy lead to more strangeness.] I've got a spare in my cabin, and there might be something in your size down in cargo.