Amos shrugs. Honestly, the station and how it is currently functioning is a complete mystery to him. Doesn't make a shred of sense, which, obviously, both of them intensely dislike. They've been faced with something they couldn't even begin to understand already, and the results had been a system-wide war and barely any hope left for anyone.

And now they're here, on a different system, orbiting a planet they don't know, on a station they don't know, with people they don't know. Amos can't help but think that the whole thing is intensely shitty.

"But how do you explain that the Roci's nowhere to be found? Apollo went outside, didn't see anything, did he? And if a wormhole swallowed us up, why did we wake up here?"

At this point, both of them are just asking rhetorical questions. None of it makes sense, and they both know it. Throwing ideas like this doesn't get them anywhere, but at least it's something to do.

"It'd be such localized wormholes, and like, what for? If there's a brain behind this, it's got some weird ideas."