TARDIS Communication Network

Okay I know for a fact I have never been drunk enough for this to make sense. Anyone know what's going on?

I rather like the freedom being on this ship gives me. There's a lot to be said for it.

[Voice Post]

A drunken voice sings, apparently unaware he is broadcasting.

"And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
and not a soul to hear."

I'm impressed at the selection of dextro-amino food here, considering that it seems only me and Garrus eat it.

This is really remarkable. It sends messages?

If anyone is reading, my name is Baron Marius Pontmercy. I have been here a little while, but I am about to leave the infirmary. I thought I ought to introduce myself to my fellow shipmates.

Keelah! What is this? Contained atmosphere, either a ship or space station. Faint hum of engines, quieter even than the Normandy. How did I get here?