Well, one might think after all the faults in his memory and all he'd been through, Alex wouldn't be surprised to find himself somewhere with no idea how he got there, or where it was. At least this time, it wasn't flat on a table with people about to dissect him. It was also quiet, and kept him on edge--not that one would know it, with his hands in his pockets as he walked.

Eventually one door led to a hallway led to a door and this was at least a well-lit area. Looked like a mess hall out of some science fiction show. Which meant, that there were probably other people. So the smart thing now, was for him to explore the room and try to figure out how they got the food and drinks.

So, there is a strange man in jeans and a leather jacket over a grey-hoodie, hands in his pockets, wandering around your mess hall, Station...