[Simon stick the tip of one finger in his mouth, biting down- a nervous habit, and he takes his finger out of his mouth as soon as he does so.]

Hmmm... then that is rather strange. Did these bugs build the ship all on their own? I... I just want to try and make sense of this. It's reminding me of a derelict ship we found in my world. [There are images in Simon's mind now- empty, dark corridors as seen through the bubble of a space helmet's glass visor, the feeling of death almost smothering.]