No, but there is a hole in Raven. Or the remains of a hole, anyway.

Ace's furious expression melts away into a blank mask as she plops herself gracelessly on the floor next to him and unscrews the jar of spackle, sorting through the tools she got from Bar.

This is the second person in her family she's had to patch up recently. She's not appreciating the sudden demand for her somewhat limited skills in that area.
"Hold still." She orders, flatly.