There was absolutely nothing redeeming about this situation, short of not being dead. And there was nothing redeeming about that when he was stuck in a place where not-being-dead served no discernible purpose. Carefully put, Captain Andor was displeased. Not as displeased as when it'd sunk in that he'd been brought here without his weapons, or as when he learned there was no way back, but then that level of displeased would be hard to top.

There was nothing to do but pace the corridors, and systematically learn the layout of the station, learn the people, the shifts. Learn how they moved, talked, breathed, how they thought.

This is where he could be found, wandering corridors few would care to wander, always discrete but showing a little bit too much interest in his surroundings, or just standing somewhere and watching the crowd all by himself - keenly, frustratingly aware that he would still stand out among the Owmi.