Pretty weird to a guy with no head for art! But Manabu doesn't really think much on it, following Lance down into the murky lower decks. Once he turns the light of his omni on, the light bounces off scattered, filthy remnants of glass, lights up all the particles of lingering debris flaked off what remains.

"This doesn't look like a combat vessel," he muses. "There's no fastenings on the walls for harpoons or weapons... Maybe not even any cannons on the deck below. So, so maybe... Merchant-class?"

That's kind of his hope as he navigates along the remains of the wall, searching around for any openings or remaining crates.