“Got it, thanks.” Light’s swollen suit billowed lethargically along the bottom of the corridor as he headed towards the stern. The Bangstick’s stock was carefully oriented away from his body so as not to deliver devastating recoil if he had to use it at short notice. 

He traversed up the corridor, checking the door panels as he went. None off them appeared to have power. He stacked up against the wall next to where the hall bent right.

“I hope you’re not waiting for me to get down there and fix it for you.” He joked. Steeling himself, Light put a feeler subtly around the wall until the suit could transmit an image of down the next section.