This ship's enormous, we could be searching for the rest of our natural lifespan if we aren't systematic about the whole thing.

[ which... it's hard to be, truthfully. percy wants to look at every door he can, and it's what he's been doing. it's not the smartest thing he's done, but he's possessed with the need to search as quickly as he can, to keep moving so he doesn't have to think about this strange transformation that crawls beneath his skin like a disease. ]

I'm going to go mad here.