"Yeah, I plan to. At the very least I need to get scanned." He flexed his hand, staring at the fingers for a moment. Flesh, not plastic. No gun. He'd need to fix that. The sword was good, but he'd feel better with a gun as well. How was he flesh? "Back on the ship, feels like we've been gone a month, and only been a few days." Time was funny like that. Blink and a week passes, and then an hour dragged on for days.

"Sounds like a plan, we can clear this floor of anything useful. We passed a nurses station, which means there will be nurses about. They're more likely to ask questions than guards. So be careful."

He watched her ceiling crawl, unable to really find it in him to be shocked after everything. "You do this often? Crawling on ceilings?" He applied the censor to the middle of the floor, walking along the walls to apply them as evenly as possible.