Peridot is thoroughly disoriented, blinking around at their surroundings like a terrified cat. Shadow travel is like the opposite of travelling by warp pad, which is always inherently noisy and full of light, as gem things tend to be. It takes her a moment to get her wits back about her.

Once she does, though, she grimaces at the aggressive door, and reflexively lifts a hand as if to grab it with her metal powers... before she remembers that she uhhh. Currently can't. Use them. Dammit.

"This space station is absolutely the worst stop we've been to yet," she says flatly, outstretched hand dropping back to her side. At that moment, one of hand dryers on the opposite wall catches on to their presence, and tries to belch a stream of flames at the two of them. Peridot yelps and jumps backwards instinctively, and hopefully Childermass has the reflexes to get himself out of the way because otherwise, there's a big old krogan foot heading to crush his poor bird talons.