"Here it is, here," said Blair suddenly. He squatted carefully, keeping both boots firmly in contact with the Station metal, and pointed to a spot at the jagged intersection of rough meteor rock and frayed bent metal.
Ricks moved in closer, to see what Blair was pointing at. Sunlight glinted momentarily from whatever it was.
Wiley crouched down beside Blair, cutting off Ricks' view, as Dan asked, "What is it?"
It was Wiley who answered. "Little bit of ice here. We've got a slow leakage. Looks like there's probably a small puncture of the inner hull, with the meteor itself plugging it most of the way. Little bit of air gets out, dissipates between the hulls, and a smidgen of it gets out through here and freezes solid."
Blair's voice sounded, saying, "Does Dan know what's in this section?"
"I don't know a thing."
Wiley explained it, and Dan said, "We'll have to take it nice and easy, then. If that stuff gets loused up, I'm not going home."
Blair straightened, turning, and said, "Okay, Ricks, you can make yourself useful. Go on up with Wiley and help him unrig his ship."
"Sure."