"Space," he supplies unhelpfully, eyes fixed on a distant point buried in the stars, the inevitable destination whose distance from their current position can only be guessed at. "Until we locate a database of some sort, I don't know."

He twists deftly around, tearing from the visual evidence of their steady forward progression through the universe, re-entering the streamlined dark of the ship's corridors. "We'll require access to some sort of knowledge base to determine our position in relation to anything, Earth included."