If Kit hesitates for a moment, Rutile doesn't perceive it. All business, they nod as a response to Kit's gesture, and head in the direction he indicates.

As they step into the hall, they're met with much more of the same: to one side is the staircase they descended from, as rust-covered and uninviting as the rest of the ship, and the ground is still littered with carapaces scattered about by shoes. Oily residues cling to the walls and door frames, facilitating the growth of some kind of fungus. Rutile picks some of it off with their fingertips and slips it into another tiny jar. They hold it up for Kit to see. "Are you familiar with this?"