The bridge was empty. At least, it seemed to be empty as far as he could remember. None of the chairs were occupied, no one could be seen standing around. One chair was swaying slightly near the front, placed in front of the radar display. A headphone cable stretched from its port to under the machine, where Red laid. Of course the radar's alert system was tied into Communications; the headphones were so thick that no one would hear messages if it wasn't. It was a setup of convenience and for the most part didn't cause problems. 

Red slowly sat up, bumping his head under the machine as he did. It had hurt, but nothing serious, and once the shock had worn off, he had caught something about the bridge. Right. Get to the bridge. He pulled off the headphones, tossing them onto the top of the console, and pulled himself to his feet with the chair as support. Good ol' chairs, never let you down. So, which way was the bridge?

"....oh, no direction." Already there, doy. He dropped back into the chair, rubbing the back of his head. "No direction, go direction..." The headphones stayed off - his ears were getting a little sore anyhow, it wasn't like anything was going on out there, and he'd rather listen to what Captain Yuriko was going to say. He hadn't actually seen any 'space piracy' from this ship yet. "Though too new now." This would be interesting. Well, most things were more interesting than sweeping asteroid dust from walkways. So that didn't seem like a fair comparison. He turned around in the chair, one leg folded under him, left elbow resting on top of the chair's back while he rested his chin in his left hand, trying to figure out what would be a fair comparison with his vocabulary. If anyone else had slipped in at some point, he still wouldn't have noticed.