She takes another sip, and then she nods, lowering her glass. "Honestly, Logan? I've been feeling the same thing since I came through that door. It feels..." She sighs. "Too peaceful and quiet. You know what if mean? Like it's manufactured, made to keep you off guard."

They'd run into feelings like that on the Enterprise. The calm before the storm, so to speak.

Maybe the answer, for now, was to take shelter. At least until they could get some more information.

"I wonder if we're supposed to have rooms. Isn't that how these ships worked? You got your own quarters for the trip. Since it doesn't seem willing to let us go right back home... Maybe we should look for a room."