"Not as far as I got. I was skimming a little until we were interrupted. All mostly sounded pretty routine."

He zips up his own jacket again, adjusts his bag as he begins to move through the snow. Moving on and away from all the awkwardness, like maybe he can just pretend it didn't happen.

"But, I heard there's another ship here. An older one, further out."

Maybe that might hold more information? At least, more than Central did if it hasn't been wiped.

"We should probably check it out. Might be less busy, too, means we can dig without interruption."