Percy stupidly asked and got a slug to the gut for a reply. Riley decided she didn't need to know that badly. Eyes down, she stared at her bare feet and moved where they prodded. She wasn't about to test their patience by disobeying orders or attempting to escape. With these kinds of odds, even if she was a super healing cyborg, she'd hesitate to act. Suicide wasn't in her best interest.
Through the space station they wandered, the late hour meaning they traveled mostly in gloom as the lights of the facility were on nighttime mode, simulating the time zones back on earth. What surprised her was the lack of bustle and the quiet when they got to the docking area. Space ports, from what she knew, always had something happening, whether it was refueling, reloading, or maintenance, during off times. Then again, those things would be better accomplished by staff not slumped over their stations, dead or asleep, she couldn't quite tell.