As soon as the first word was out of his mouth, lights flared ahead of them, revealing more empty walkway. Before Tyler's optics systems could adjust, the lights faded again and the ambience returned to the low purple-black lighting. The marine mused this for a moment, scanning the pseudo-darkness, both with his eyes and a small assortment of internal sensors. The alien metal-- if that's what it was-- gave him some wild feedback that he couldn't interpret, but there wasn't any organic feedback that he could detect.

"Say something again," Chelsey suggested from behind, and once again the lights flared. They were a little bit brighter this time, and the illumination "scrolled" across the ceiling lights before disappearing.

The human marine pulled himself closer via the various handholds, and Tyler watched his comrade from the corner of his eye. "I think..." the man drawled forcedly, "that... the lights are a guide."

The lights pulsed and zipped along the ceiling with each syllable, supporting Chelsey's theory. Tyler nodded, though he found it odd that the lights would work like that. Did the ship's occupants have to talk to themselves wherever they went, just to see where they were going?

Tyler smirked, amused by the mental image despite the uncertainty of the whole situation. "Right then," he agreed, to yet another accompanying pulse of the lights. "Follow the purple light road."

With no reason to keep standing (floating?) about and muse, Tyler shoved off again and glided into this new passage. Purple and black, all of it. Odd chroma, compared to the murky greys of human metals. Since the lights reacted to noise, he started humming an old Company drill-tune, and was rather amused to have the lights pulsing in time.

He entertained himself with the tune, rather than think too much of how much this situation got his hackles up, despite his curiosity. Perhaps the ship's occupants were shy, or simply being as wary of them as they were of it, but Tyler still felt he and Chelsey were being herded along. Though their tunnel did branch off at times, the lights only ever strobed down a single path, and not once did he ever catch sight of another creature or person or some kind of living creature, nor did his basic internal sensors pick up anything beyond the unidentifiable substances that the ship was made of.

"Whadaya think, Chels?" he mused to his comrade at one point, a smile in his voice. "Little grey men, or little green men?"

"Little?" Chelsey sounded bewildered by Tyler's absurd query. The android threw a smirk back over his shoulder, but didn't get any more of a response out of his fellow marine. Light spilled into the hallway ahead of them, steady rather than flickering in time to him humming. As they neared it, it was revealed to be a side-room, and further down the hallway was nothing but a sealed door, identical to all the others that had closed off the paths the strobing lights did not follow.

The room was as violet as everything else in the ship, empty and featureless but for the intricate patterning that ran across every surface-- the floor and ceiling as well as the walls. But then again, given that they were floating in zero gee, what was the point of dubbing any surface a wall or otherwise?

Tyler was distracted from that thought by Chelsey's dry mutter of, "Looks like we've reached the end." Chelsey looked over at him with a grimace, before pulling into the empty room.

The synthetic delayed only a few moments, glancing around a few last times from outside the chamber. His sensors still weren't picking up much aside from the strangeness of the metallic substance around them, but hey, this ship was an alien ship. Even if he did get feedback, would he know how to read it?

"Sure isn't the Embassy Suites," he remarked lightly, pulling himself into the barren room as well, though his thoughts were more serious. Cage or quarantine? he wondered, concerned, but not about to show much of it. Being the optimist who poked fun at everything was just the way he worked-- there were enough real people in the world like Chelsey, all gloom and doom, that it didn't need androids to act the same.

And the door will whoosh shut behind us in three... two...

WHOOSH!

Wha'd I tell ya?

Chelsey whipped his head around to stare at the now-closed door, his body lazily turning with the motion. "Oh great, how'd I know that was going to happen?" he scowled, putting a hand out to catch himself as he neared the opposite wall. "So what now?"

Tyler shrugged and smiled helplessly, as Chelsey released his cargo to float in the zero-gee. Tyler did the same, and opened up one of his boxes. "Now, I suppose, we wait."

"If I'm lucky, I'll have time to finish my repairs," he added, and grabbed for an escaping tube of nano-gel.

But once his repairs were done, waiting was all there was left for them to do.