"Or dealing with sharks," he added offhandedly as Donnie adjusted the beam of the lantern. A little light does help with not tripping over everything, as he nudges a curious object with his foot - a mop from the feel of it - it won't be swabbing any more decks.

Even with the lip, Harlock slows down to let his eye adjust to how dark the interior is. "Looks like this is where they keep their tools and cleaning supplies," He noted out loud, nothing that struck him as a priority search in this immediate area, though at least they had more time to consider their options in this situation. And an imperial ship is likely far more organized than the Arcadia, logically... "Likely the rest of this level is storage," He carefully sniffs the air as he moves, trying to pick up the smell of loose gunpowder or anything chemical - thankful the nightbloom lantern meant they weren't carrying open flame in a potential powder keg.