The rattling sound of debris was proof enough to confirm his suspicion.

He had never seen this ship before he used it to escape, but Imperial designs were all similar enough. He pushed his way through the larger debris to the supplies, still locked in closed cabinets. The doors were warped and the hinges resisted, forcing him to wrench them open by hand.

It reminded him again how *limited* this planet made him. And yet, better to focus on these trivial hardships for now than to become distracted by the horror he might feel, should he think on this powerlessness and blindness for too long.

Blind or not, the agent would be able to find him by sound alone. It would be a test to see whether he would adapt.