"Is it radiation? Poison?" He was half talking to himself at this point, glaring fixedly at the offending stretch of wall. That name was useful information, though. He was absolutely going to complain to someone.

Again, if this conversation was actually happening. He was just going to assume it was, because his perception of events was really the only thing that mattered here. "So. Taken suddenly and mysteriously to a moldering tin can in uncharted space, but secretly it's more powerful than can be explained, stuffed full of fiendish security systems, advanced technology. And a gym."

Whoever set this up had no sense of style whatsoever.