Hmmm, I think this is a registry of all the prisoners on the station... Let's see...
Yeah. Cell block registry. Cell number one, Agasty Brien. Cell two, Ruth Pawani. Cell three, Morgan Enger. Cell four, Hammer Hansen. Cell five, "Ref: G.Halloway".
G.Halloway? Gordon? That's gotta be it. The Guardian's in cell number five!
The Guardian's in cell number five.
It's a bank of security monitors, connected to cameras around the station.
One of them is out of order.
It's a coffee mug.
I spiked the guard's coffee with a bit of synthetic lovin'.
It's an official looking coat.
Somebody's playing solitaire.
The camera I disabled is still out.
It's one of the station guards.
No time for that now. The guard could be back at any moment.
Is one enough? Ah, what the hell, I'll use all of them, just in case. It's not as if I'm gonna be needing them myself.
There's something in one of the pockets...
It's a short and thin cylinder. A magnetic key, I believe. That might come in handy.
Not while there's somebody in the room, I can't.
The guard's out there, looking for me. I'd better leave the way I came.
What the heck are you doing in here? This is a restricted area!
You're going back into the pen with the other colonists, missy!
This doesn't taste right... I feel... Mary, Mother of God, I really feel--
God damn! Madam Joy's Pleasure Suites on the Promenade had better be open! This constitutes an emergency!