He kept moving quickly, knowing that a power plant fire, or worse breach, that made enough heat to make the door almost too hot to touch was a bad thing. He checked the doors as he moved down the hall, the spider climb making his exploration far faster than it had been, idly curious as to what the owners of the ship had looked like. About human sized, if the halls and doors were anything to go by. He shook off the thought, and opened the first door, checking for either beings, dead or alive didn't matter, or interesting artifacts and items, which he would stuff into his bag of holding for later review. Hopefully the magic in the bag didn't cause a catastrophic failure of anything he grabbed.