"I've seen... I think similar." The memory of an argument laced in threats, a pile of bodies, and a creature beneath the lake. But one ship isn't enough to learn how to navigate every, and this one is... well. Even more compromised, clearly. Still. He starts in one direction, scanning either side of them in case there's some luck in a map or sign that he can see in the short blooms of light.

...Luck isn't exactly on his side, today, and neither is it now. He sets an open hand against a wall, less to brace and more to feel, take some solace in the solidity. It's filthy, he's sure, but it's more than the dark.

"Difficult to tell how similar with the state of disrepair."