All right, when are you free doc? I'm pretty sure all this horror show bullshit is putting polyps in every inch of my rectum.

[Well, they'll be fucked. A guy who can sort of talk to computers and a man who might know the layout well enough to do something about it. Additionally, he needs to still check stasis.

Maybe after a tour — whenever John decides to take his leave. Or maybe he'd get his answers on the way. If the pods popped and he was out here all sweet and vulnerable, perhaps It would come to him first.

An ugly prospect. Richie presses a hand to his forehead.]

Provided you know how to get back to the teleporters. Though if you leave me for monster chow you can bet your ass I'm going to haunt you for three generations.

Let's get going then. I think the Observation Deck might be a good bet, unless you had other ideas.