It's not a frying pan, so she'll take it.

Instead of crystallizing, it just hangs there, waiting patiently to be filled up with—something—

Yep, okay. The bee powers have nothing to contribute to this situation.

How's Spiral Face Thing doing?

Approaching at unsafe speeds. A couple more shots hit it, but it's not enough to cause it to deviate off it's spitefully chosen course. Ellen has maybe a second or two before impact.

Fuck.

She dives away from the porthole and tries to shelter behind the nearest bunk.

The serpent hits the vessel with a meteoric crash, the whole vessel tilts with the impact. Out of sight glass shatters and metal bends, the entire wall facing the outside now concave. Some of the creature's teeth, fangs, incisors and molars, are peaking in through the wall. Metal groans as the hull starts giving way under the force of it's bite.

A flash of inspiration lands.

The power she chose after the other one crystallized is still 'empty' but she feels like she could use it if she had to. Therefore, if—

Yes, it turns out, she can choose a different power before crystallizing her current one.

She is now holding a heavy cast iron pot in both hands and bashing at the creature's teeth with it.

Ellen repeatedly brings down the heavy pot on the teeth, which crack under the impacts. What looks like blood comes out from the broken teeth, the serpent shudders as Ellen does this. As it does, the mangled tooth that Ellen was working on falls off. The strugles of the beast grow weaker, whether due to Ellen's efforts or it succumbing to its wounds is difficult to say.

She's going to keep hitting it with this pot until it stops moving, regardless.

Ellen knocks off a few more of the monstrous molars off before it stops moving. Save for a few errant twitches, it appears to be dead. 

Great. Okay.

...how does she explain where she got the pot?

Good question! Her bee powers have no answer.

Useless fucking flower-kissing bullshit.

... that's not fair, it did give her a weapon, sort of.

Hesitantly, she tries swapping back to the other power.

The pot vanishes back to wherever it came from.

Now she has no way to explain what she smashed those teeth with, but that's fine, she can plead innocence. Or demonstrate her ability to conjure kitchen equipment from thin air, but that seems like a drastic measure.

The alarm stopped blaring with the impact, with the beast's body blocking the only porthole a quiet gloom falls upon the crew quarters, only the flickering red lights above the doors to provide illumination. Without all the loud noises to drown them out, the voices and footsteps of the crew are audible, some of which are probably approaching Ellen.

...she sits on the floor, next to the bunk where she was trying to shelter. It isn't difficult at all to act like someone stunned by the danger and violence of the encounter. It was dangerous and violent and she's stunned by it.

A voice approaches. "...is not normal, but it's difficult to establish a baseline when every beast the light touches-" Maria stops at the threshold of the door. "Ah." She says, her voice lacking emotion or surprise.

"What?" The captain says. "What is it, what-?" He pushes past his gunnery officer, only to stare stunned at the extent of the damage.

"That's going to be expensive to repair." She walks towards Ellen. "Are you hurt?"

She shakes her head slowly. "What... was that thing? I thought it was going to kill us all."

"A beast heavily mutated by the light above. The light gives creatures life that their bodies cannot adequately hold, and change as a result. There is little consistency between creatures, but a suicidal charge such as what killed this one is out of the ordinary."

Maybe it really was coming for Ellen specifically. What a comforting thought that isn't.

"Do you know what—" no, not 'what it was looking for'— "what drove it to that extreme?"

"Hm." She pauses to think. "It's difficult to say." She grabs a broken fang, held together by the flesh underneath. "See, the light comes from beings up high. It's... believed that the changes their light makes are purposeful." She pushes at shards of enamel with her fingers, parting flesh, closely inspecting the foul-smelling viscera. "I'm unsure. Though it's clear that not every light induced mutation is totally random."

The captain leaves the room, Ellen can hear him bark orders.

"Its mouth made a spiral all the way around it. That can't be how creatures are normally arranged, right? It's almost more like—a weapon than a living thing."