"Hrgh." Of course he wouldn't be so lucky. "Well. I can make the vats anyway. If the walls don't object." Another glare gets directed at the architecture.

"I'm one of the best, and making us better." Was, at least. Now stuck here, frustrated, angry, et cetera, et cetera. "No templates here, though. Would have to start from scratch." Take samples from himself. He'd done it before, wasn't pleasant. Needed stem cells for best results, and those hid in all sorts of hard to reach places. And given how much of his body had been given over to cybernetics at this point, there weren't many options left. Oh well. "Something to do while figuring out what makes this place tick."

But there were still other questions to be distracted by first. "You are human, aren't you?" He peered closer at whoever this was. Normally he'd have a better handle on these things, but, well. Wall-sickness, and the painkillers he'd taken from the medbay. They were making his brain buzz at a different pitch than usual.