Finally up and about again, Montana went back to his previous endeavor of scouting out the ship all the while trying and failing to start a conversation with the AI unit that he was now stuck with. Every attempt failed with the AI merely giving a grunt for a response or the silent treatment to Montana. After an hour of talking to himself primarily, which made some of the people he passed by look at him questioningly, he gave up and concentrated on mapping the ship in his head but by that time and busy trying to get a response from the AI he had gotten himself lost again, his task of scouting the ship now turning into figuring out where the hell he was. Every corridor nearly seemed the same since leaving the medical facility only adding to the frustration of keeping track which hall he had been down and which was a new choice of direction.

"It's so much easier just to punch and shoot shit," he grumbled to himself before finding a person who could tell him where to find the training facilities.

"Hey mind telling me where the training facility to this place is?" Montana asked. The response he got was less then welcome in answering.

"Find it yourself, I'm not your damn babysitter," the guy replied not looking at who he was speaking to. The next moment the man was across the hall denting into a wall with a broken nose, Montana unsure what had happened himself and shocked. Yet he couldn't argue with the results.

"Go up another level, you shouldn't miss it," the man groaned in pain.

"Thanks, you might want the doc to look at your face, could use some work," Montana replied before heading off once again.