Joe cocks his head, listening, and frowning. Oh my, yes, something is [i]very[/i] wrong. 

[b]Joe:[/b] "I need to get to the armory. Nothing's any use if I get sucked into space because of a depressurized section of the hull, and I won't be doing anyone else any favors either."

He looks at the sign, curious. [i]'Emergency Supplies. LV 1 Clearance Required?'[/i] It certainly looked like it. We only have so much time. 500 million people aboard, he didn't know how likely it was for him to be the sole survivor but he knew it was damn near impossible. He begins moving to the armory, intending to suit up and get his weapons and ammo, as well as his knife.