[He bends down to kneel next to her, looking over the mess of wires. Ingrained habits tell him this needs to be organized, but he pushes them aside. Right now, his priority is figuring this out, not making it presentable for someone who probably died during the mass Gnosifications, anyway.]

No clue. The star patterns outside don't match up with any are of space I've been to, and with the UMN down...if we want to know where we are, we'll probably have to hope the station's computers have some sort of useful data stored on them.