Syrlya squints, but when Ignatius shouts his attention is drawn from finding Peridot to him--then up at the less mobile Mother of Invention. It's not a big hole, but being clear from this distance... but hopefully big enough.

They'll have to hope Peridot is fine. "Go. Try and drop me onto her without her seeing it." He tries to flex his wounded arm again. It's bad, but they don't have a lot of time to scramble for repairs.