"I...don't know," Donnie has to admit, always hating when that's the only answer he has to give. "It's a wonder that it's functioning at all. It's got to have been doing so for even longer than the Agrii had ever been established here."

He pulls up the rough map he's been making, swiping the screen back to the area of the Warrens that they started in before zooming it out some. If one didn't know better, at a glance the way the rooms and corridors were set could have been mistaken as some kind of circuit board.

"This is all we'd seen and mapped of it previously. There's various machinery that's blocked from tampering, there's pipes that carry water... I think it's been running at its lowest levels of functionality, but even then it'd have to be powered and charged by something..."

Donnie's eyes flicker back down the hall and the door they'd just come through. "...a geothermic source is pretty viable..." He frowns.

"But with how deep we've even had to travel to get here, I don't know if it'd be so simple to unearth the ship. And even if we did manage, the damage to the terrain would probably be catastrophic, especially if it's somehow tapped into magma flows. It'd probably trigger another volcanic event or worse, and we can't do that. This may not be our homeworld, or even the Agrii's, but it's the plantkin's..."