The gas hit Beatrice in the face and she threw herself backwards from it.

"That's monoxol gas! It fuels the ship, it's toxic---"

And as she threw herself backwards, she let out a sharp cry. One of the open hatches had stabbed her in the side. She fell down to the ground, clutching at the wound.

"Get out of here," she said. "Get out of here, it's poison---"