Olivia followed his ping. It didn’t look like an airlock to her, but the sealed vein of a living creature, covered over with crusted green slime. Deadlight had almost reached it, where it emerged from the surface of the Stormbreaker like a tumor. Compared to the vast scale of the vessel it wasn’t much of anything, but here—it looked like the whole thing might cover a passage large enough for a pony, if barely.