"We have no idea where we are or what resources we have at our disposal," he snaps, sluicing neatly through the puddled dark to ascend one of the gently sloping staircases. "If you're so insistent on being melodramatic about it, kindly do so after we ascertain our location and a means for survival."

Two fingers skim the railing's edge as he climbs it. There are consoles, mounted by the room's posterior wall. An implication of power, or the intent for power to be available at some point. A promising prospect, provided they can access a means for utilizing said power.