Sangue looked up, startled. She knew how to get in, but not how to operate the dang thing. Muttering incoherently she dug around in the sailor suit's pockets, looking for anything that might be of some help. She was in luck, for in his back pants pocket was a 'handy dandy' manual for a submarine. Flipping through the pages, she nodded slowly and looked back at the others. Walking over to the computer controlling the sub, she pressed a few buttons, turned some knobs, and pulled a few levers. Then, a short screen popped up, asking for passwords. She skimmed through the manual again, there was nothing stating the entry codes. They must've been given to the sailors another way.
"Shoot. Captain Stern created this sub, right?" she paused, then continued, "He doesn't seem very egoistic... hrm..." she typed in a few letters, but a big red 'ACCESS DENIED' blared on the screen, "Bleh..." Sangue concentrated for a moment, then a lightbulb lit up above her head, "I know!" she typed in a few words, and 'ACCESS GRANTED' appeared on the screen, "Tch, should've known," she chuckled, "Alrighty, I'll stay here and man the central computer. I'll need someone to take the screen to my left, someone to navigate and..." she flipped through the book one last time, "I'll need someone to manage that valve over there, turn it when I say to and such. Think y'all can handle that?" she questioned.
