"Indeed, a vital concern." Smelling of pickles. Yes. What? You're weird, Claire. Severus considers the logic behind that (the sitting still thing, not the pickles thing) and he understands it. He's doing something similar with reading the entire two-year backlog linked through the network's information directory, but less physically so. Soon enough he'll be out poking everything hands-on, matching idea to reality.

That is, if he doesn't wake up back in his quarters at the school. Though he feels intuitively that's just wishful thinking.

Maybe it's his time to offer pointless advice, so: "Don't fall out an airlock."