The amusement died immediately, and he folded his arms, crossing them across his chest.

"Well, you ain't wrong, I'll tell you that much. This place ain't right. In more ways than I could mention, but for a start - it shouldn't be empty. Far as I can tell, no one here has been here longer than a few days - but the station itself it definitely older than that. Also far as I've seen we have no access to command systems, life support - these ain't luxuries, these are things that are life 'n death, and we have no idea how to even make sure they're workin', let alone access them. We could have clean air for months, or days, and we don't know which. Uncertainty doesn't work in space - outside of this station is pure vacuum. Nothin' survives out there."

Except Apollo, apparently, but that was another thing altogether.

"Everythin' is just - off. Can't always put my finger on it, but it gives me the shivers, I'll tell you that."