The ship is reasonably whole, but badly damaged enough that it won't fly again without some serious work. Its name -- scuffed, scratched, and obscured, but still legible if you squint past the things obscuring it -- is THE NIGHT LORD.

Up close, you'll notice that the vines are partly metallic and partly organic, and that there's a second layer of webbing underneath them anchoring the ship down -- this one made of blood-filled flesh.

Neither of these is blocking the doors, though they are tightly-closed: there is a palm-print scanner by them.