[Shatterstar is no stranger to being dumped unceremoniously into other dimensions. Really, this is a phenomenon he has come to take for granted. That in itself is not the problem. The problem is this is not at all where he'd been expecting to emerge.

He is also not at all in a good mood, so rather than take this in stride like a reasonable person, he elects to come out swinging. In specific, he unsheathes his comical gauntlet blades at the first person he comes across.]

You! Explain this.

[Now. Or get spectacularly disemboweled, possibly.]

[Okay. Things have been explained. He's calmed down, now. He takes it all in with an increasingly displeased expression, but he does listen. This is a space station, he's stuck here with a bunch of people, and there is no way to leave. Fine. He's really, really not happy with it, but he knows these things happen.

Before the exchange is concluded, however, he has one last, very important question.]

Is there a suitable place to train? I want to kill something.

[Star is staying far the fuck away from those, thanks. As soon as he touched one he backed off. Not that he wasn't calmed, but he's familiar enough with mental manipulation to recognize (largely) when it's happening, and he wants no part of that.

Whether you know what these things do already or not, it is probably odd to see someone glaring at one like it's personally offended him. Honestly, he's just unsettled and confused. They aren't exactly something he can stab, so...]