As he was considerably less skinny than his companion, it took the Signless a little longer and a little more sucking in his breath to make it through the fissure without getting himself stuck. He managed to get through with a minimum of noise, and paused once on the other side. There was no noise of approaching xenomorph feet, just the quiet buzzing of lights and the occasional metallic creak of the station around them. And the countdown, of course.

"Which way...?" he murmured. It was half an actual question and half just talking to himself. So long as they kept heading down deeper into the station he had a feeling they'd find what they were after eventually. With that in mind he set off down the hall in the direction that had comparatively more working lights, hoping that they would do at least a little to keep the xenomorphs away.