I dunno, man. We're stuck in a big metal box, and they had the good luck to grab two of the people who can fly to space in the first place? Hold on. I know these things are supposed to do video...

[A good minute passes. This isn't second nature in the way that the Scarab is, and it's almost foreign trying to access something that's a part of him, but not in the same, intuitive way that something truly symbiotic would be. Finally, he seems to get the hang of it, and video flickers to life. Now, Wally gets to see things through Jaime's eyes.

It's not so different from what he'd described. The floors are metal. The walls are metal. The ceiling's metal. It's clearly too small for the amount of people in there - most of them pacing, angry, agitated, or otherwise slumped on the floor or against the walls as they wait this out - but Jaime rises to his feet to walk around anyway.

There's that nasty little corner where the grate-and-bucket situation is, a series of oxygen tanks, and nothing else, not even a mat to sleep on.]

Want me to go peek out the slot they shove our food through? All it'll really do is show you what they look like, but I guess it's better than nothing.