Sienna gave Ramiro a mildly surprised and amused look in response to his morbid hypothesis, eyeing the back of the soldier who hadn't said much of anything thus far. "I bet you're the life of every party, Sunshine," she observed dryly.
The loud knocking sound and groaning metal signalled that Takeyu had gotten the hatch open, and she turned back to look at what they'd discovered. Much like the rest of the ship so far, it appeared to initially be nothing more than inky blackness. Natsumi's comment piqued her curiosity however--as unsettling as the very idea of something referred to as "gross" grabbing her attention was--and she took a step forward cautiously to peek over Takeyu and Natumi's shoulders.
Her headlamp illuminated the scorch and burn marks everywhere, the room littered with broken and scattered debris. Then she looked down, seeing the prostrated figure lying motionless on the floor. Or ceiling, rather.
She recoiled back, suppressing her gag reflex as a small wave of nausea rippled through her stomach. She took a few slow, deep breaths through her nose to compose herself. "Damn it," she groaned, "why did I have to ask?"