Sienna followed Takeyu, descending the ladder as carefully as she could, going much slower than she otherwise would. Each rung creaked under her increased weight, and with each step she held her breath, half expecting the ladder to give way beneath her. There was no telling how much more painful a landing would be in this gravity.
When she reached the bottom, it felt as if she had stepped into thin mud. She wrinkled her nose in disgust as she faintly heard the sucking, slopping sound her boot made as it sank into the muck. "Ugh," she groaned. "What the hell is this?" Sloshing forward, staying close to the other two while Ramiro brought up the rear. She swung her head around, letting the beam of her headlamp illuminate the buried-flooded deck, further disturbed by the putrid decay all around them. She'd seen some unpleasant, revolting things, but this was on an entirely different level. The deck above was eerie, but this one felt utterly alien and unwelcoming. She found herself wondering how she'd wound up knee-deep in this foul concoction.
Natsumi's yelp startled her, causing her to jump violently as she whipped her head back to her to see what happened, instintively crouching and ready to dodge or flee. The power-armor-clad Neko was pointing her weapon at something she'd seen in the muck. Turning her light on where the barrel of the rifle was pointing, she searched for what had caught Natsumi off guard, her eyes wide with alarm and every muscle in her body tensed and coiled. For a moment she couldn't see anything other than the slowly rippling, iridescent surface of the muck.