Ginger pulls his attention away from the AI for a second, and takes a look at his cell for a second. It was mostly stark white, with a few hard light panels for him to look out of, and vice versa, he assumed. There were the security turrets, which he had destroyed, and the remains of his handcuffs that he had used to cut off the hard light chains that immobilized him. He stared at the planet below him, admiring it's beauty, and wishing that he could study it up close. Suddenly, the whole station shuddered, and the lights flickered. He stared at his hands in amazement: he could manipulate gravity without his armor.