She returns to the corridor. That ork biff Germaine who’s always hanging around passes by without a word. Just a nervous glance aside. Shaver sneers a smile and walks on to the prep room door. She has the code to open it and walks right on through, then straight across the room to the door of the Were-slitch’s room. She isn’t supposed to have the code to that door, but getting it was no problem. Not for her.