Alex heard the warning, and braced himself, but still slammed his head against the glass table. The slamming and his resulting groan were clearly audible over the intercom, and so were his loud curses. At her "All done," he switched off the intercom, but his loud swearing was able to be heard throughout the ship. Pushing himself up, muttering, he looked down at the screen. The random input had opened the surveillance system feed. Ah. That. He had forgotten to enable that. Switching the cameras on, he gained a view of every section of the ship, and the entirety of the outside of the ship.

The only movement, however, was in Engineering, where the pilot was, and the Lab Bay, where he was. Breaking apart the code, he looked at a sketchy-looking line. Recording everything was fine. Transmitting it back to the ISC? Not cool. Not able to delete the line, he set up a proxy server, and added a line of code that would reroute the recordings back to his computer. That meant he'd have two copies, but that was fine. He didn't like being watched. The comms alert immediately blinked, the blue circle indicative of a transmission from Base. Alex blithely flicked it off. Then, his console command was overridden, and Jack connected to the cockpit and Engineering intercoms, babbling about everything going dark. Whatever. Alex ignored the man, and muted his intercom to that incoming signal. 

He then ran tests of the passive sensors. Primitive, yes, but this ship was loaded with every single piece of exploration equipment ever. Literally. They even had a surveyor's scope, and a compass. A COMPASS. Whatever good that would do in the depths of space.