Locke ran over to seffie, skidded to a stop, overshooting her and the vent by at least six feet. "Your kidding, right? right?! this is not happening to my ship! how? who? what? gah!" He put his hand near the vent as a fire-ball grew in his hand as he looked up the thing. "I'll burn it out!" he paused...thought for a moment...realized what that would do, and the fireball dissipated from his hand. "Never mind, thats a bad idea anyway..."