Well. No one ever said this was going to be easy. And while the ship blowing apart was definitely inconvenient, what's a little more troubling is his imagination giving the assist to dump him into a not-quite-right version of a gigantic ship that his subconscious is very sure is floating in the vacuum of space.

"Is this shades of home sweet home for you, too?" he asks, glancing at Cortana en route to one of the viewscreens, sparing the focus back from her to squint at the shimmering semblance of a computer until it at least briefly coalesces from scrolling code to solid metal and glowing monitor. Theta's already flickering up, close to the terminal, so naturally expecting all of the basic functions of a ship's mainframe that one obligingly exists for him the moment he looks for a point of connection.