A pair of large claws peek from the hole and grips the edges. The metal buckles and folds as easily as seaweed paper. The rest of the body doesn't appear, though the glowing lights are still there. Probably eyes.

"Leave this place. This is my home now." The voice is low and is filled with clicks. "I don't share."

Ivan peeks through his tentacles. That answers his question about whether or not there were any humans left alive inside the ship. Whatever creature inhabiting the shipwreck is big, maybe the same size as Luce. There would be no room in the ship for anyone.