June 1st, morning.

Space station or not, there was one thing that Steve had been putting off in favor of exploring the place, for the past couple of hours. That was meeting the other locals, even though it should have been the first item on his to-do list. To be fair, he was tired of waking up in strange places, and this seemed even further ahead in time than 2012, between the food dispenser, the hologram and the teleportation. This might be S.H.I.E.L.D. another seventy years forward, for all he knew. So he had focused on finding a sign of their abductors or any sort of explanation, at least.

After having explored all the doors that would open, he retraced his steps to the doors he now knew led to quarters, and started doing the rounds to introduce himself. He knocked on one after the other when they didn't simply slide open at his approach, either because the quarters were unoccupied, or because they were unlocked.