"Yes."
I climbed from the inert body. The torch had hissed itself out.
Grantline swung to our building corner, and I leaned down with him to
examine it. The torch had fused and scarred the wall, burned almost
through. A pressure rift had opened. We could see it, a curving gash
in the metal wall-plate like a crack in a glass window pane.
I went cold. This was serious damage. The rarefied Erentz air would
seep out. It was leaking now: we could see the magnetic radiance of it
all up the length of the ten foot crack. The leak would change the
pressure of the Erentz system, constantly lower it, demanding steady
renewal. The Erentz motors would overheat; some might go bad from the
strain.