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No point, really. You would only have a short time to get your bearings and prepare, during which time you would be on your own. Rather than gamble that you could find anything useful to do, you draw close to the gathering of techpriests as they began to pull close to one of the walls. The shrine must be near, otherwise they would have driven closer, and you're proven right as the group moves down one of the passenger corridors, fanning out around Tobias Ext-27 as if he was a dignitary come to grace one of the high customs officers and not a enginseer visiting what sounded like a power junction.
Your first instinct proves true as they approach a seemingly random maintenance hatch, one of the technomats rushing forward to crank it open so Tobias can approach without breaking stride. From your position trailing behind everyone, you thought you could detect one of his mechadendrites twitching slightly in amusement.
Stepping beyond the hatch, you're surprised to find yourself in what seems to be a kind of maintenance corridor, instead of a bundle of pipes or circuit breakers like most of these hatches were supposed to conceal. Instead, there was a short corridor that seemed to lead to electrical systems within the walls of the hive itself. How many of these secret passages were concealed behind mundane maintenance panels?
Pipes and cabling ran under the grating beneath your feet, and the entire party shuffled single file behind Tobias, journeying around the edge of the hab block the maintenance corridor was concealed inside, taking a seemingly arbitrary right, then another that would position you deep within the walls of the local dwellings and distribution centers- a room concealed near it's neighbors by removing it's door and linking it to the maintenance access area. You were immediately struck by the familiarity of the strategy: it was how the Suns had forcibly redrawn the borders around the corpsegrinders, just more sophisticated. Without seeing them open it for yourself, you would have never guessed that the hatch concealed more than just pipes, it was a Abraham-pattern Heavy Equipment Latch, after all. Cheap, but efficient, and definitely not secure.
Tobias stopped for the first time, clasping his hands together and bowing his head briefly before the door, his vox suddenly blaring to full volume and letting out a deep, thudding series of binary beats. The technomats close to him followed with soft hums, although their voices remained low, almost embarrassed at the sound. Touching the door, it slid open on it's own, giving you a brief view of the Cog Mechanicum embossed on it's front before it slid into it's recessed alcove.
