Lost in thought Howard swung around from the door, blinking, and realising as he did that there wasn't the sound of the ship, that the air wasn't full of the coal and diesel fumes, and he was in fact somewhere completely not where he'd been a moment or two earlier.
"Where am I?" he stammered, eyes darting from the man in front of him then around the room at the equipment, and ... wow, the equipment!
He took a few steps forward and finally his eyes returned to the man who'd spoken. "Wait, you're ... Malcolm? Maynard? Michael. No, that's not it, ... Marcus! That's it!"
He stared around again and started to move toward the nearest console. "What in the name of science have you been working on?!"