He is listening to the way the echoes of his fingertips drumming on the surface vibrate within the lock, debating on forcing it or trying to pick it with tools, when he hears the mechanism and a faint click as the needle drives itself into Xenophon's finger.

And then he can sense the death, as if the temperature suddenly begins dropping in the room (only he can feel the change) and he whips his head around to stare sharply at the key in the younger man's hand.

"Fucking hell," he hisses angrily. Based on the confused expression on his features, Xenophon has no clue what Skellig is referencing. "Don't touch anything else," he orders firmly, eyeing the blood welling up on his skin. "And don't panic."

Kreyu will likely sense Skellig's mood shift; she definitely will sense the darkness that swirls in his emotions as he takes hold of Xenophon's hand at the wrist, to better study the spread (it is slow, not going to kill him in the next thirty seconds, but he needs to work quickly) and try to get a grip on what this is. A toxin, a poison. It would be easier if he would just take hold of it and pull it out, but that would put him at risk...amputation is also a consideration, but to take a man's dominant hand, in this time, he would be considered useless...

Kreyu he 'calls' firmly, urgently across their connection. Need you here now. Don't tear it all to hell, if you can help it.

Skellig at least has the presence of mind to move them out of the Captain's quarters, back into the main hold - that will be easier for her to reach.