Vincent headed out of the latest area the ship's administrator had guided them too. It was clear enough that while this place was confining, it wasn't hostile, for now. Thus he didn't bother with the formation movement the loud woman had insisted on earlier. "Administrator, where are the latest releases? Are any of them from universes similar to the 'cluster' that myself, the mutants, and Stark are from?"

Recognizing the tongue that 'Wednesday' used, and feeling it was time for a calculated risk, Vincent probed towards the old man's mind.

//How do you know that language? What are you, really?//

Meanwhile, he looked around intently, committing every aspect of the layout to memory. "One could explore this place for years and still not see all of it."