Kerrigan looks at Greg with an expression some indescribable combination of exasperation and relief. You couldn't have remembered that sooner?

"Right, use the key. We can handle an...evil skeleton." Sure, why not. Nothing else here has ever made any sense, why start now? She flips her visor into place over her eyes, her world changing to familiar, welcome, and heavily-annotated infrared as she does. "Heavy hitters take point. Remy, once we're through, lock up behind us if you can. I'd prefer not to be flanked."