... Dr. Lewis takes a moment to adjust to his new environment, checking the map for his location. Oh, look. The Typhon brought him to where he wanted to take them.

He smiles, clearing his throat in lieu of gleefully giggling; a trick he learned for teaching college students. There is a certain level of professionalism required, there.

Okay, there, that was all the gloating he needs, was the Typhon just proving a point or is he expected to do something?

Yes, it appears so. That's a locked door in the way of the important parts of the security station, looks like it requires a keycard. It'd have to be a fairly common one, anyone from security stationed in this section would have something to open it. He must have missed it on the security guard he'd gotten the pistol from, or maybe his hunch about them being ubiquitous among security staff is off. He'll backtrack if he has to, but he'd rather not. There's probably another dead security guard somewhere nearby, he can look for a keycard there.

Wait. Hold on. He missed something. Where did this cannon come from, and why is his bag clean and also filled with strange canisters. What the heck is this thing for? He's a little afraid to check, but he probably should, just to be responsible. ... Nnnnnhhhh, nope, his discomfort with guns extends even to atypical guns. How about he not shoot anything with it. That sounds like a smarter plan. Instead, he looks for a serial number, and then checks on his tablet to see if there are any entries on it in the TranStar system. Yep!

Apparently it's a Gelifoam Lattice Organism Obstructor (GLOO) cannon. This strikes him as a somewhat awkward acronym that is entirely the result of someone thinking of a clever name for the gun, and then abusing the English language in an attempt to justify it. Not that he's complaining, GLOO cannon's an adorable name. Just - the acronym is more than a little ridiculous. So it shoots some kind of glue-like gelifoam that polymerizes shortly after leaving the gun, and is highly nonconductive and resistant to changes in temperature, invented specifically for use in space and can be used as a stopgap to seal leaks. It does this via the set of heat coils on the gun that trigger a chemical reaction in the gelifoam that changes it to a -

The Chemical Engineering Professor has just been nerdsniped. He is fascinated.

The revenant tolerates this for a while, but after ten minutes of enthralled reading with no end in sight, grows impatient enough to take over. It opens the drawing program again, draws the rudimentary firearm symbol, then returns control.

Blink. Oh. Right. Yes. That thing. The keycard. Yes. He will just. Put his nerd glee on hold then, won't he. (But it's so cool!!!)

Wow, his plan is working way better than he expected it would. He's established enough of a line of a communication that the Typhon can successfully remind him of things. This is good, even if it's slightly embarrassing.

He goes back to hunting for a keycard.

He should probably be a bit more concerned about how deserted the place is, it wasn't that long ago that the station was operating normally. He's sort of not caring very much, though. It's probably a simulation. It makes sense that they'd shoo all unnecessary people as quickly as possible in order to save on processing power. If it's not, he's been the puppet of a Typhon for subjective months, at least, wandering through the ruined cities of humanity and getting attacked by various Typhon. So this tragedy can sort of just get in line, really.

There's a bit of hallway that is more than a little bit on fire. Dr. Lewis might be tempted to pass this over, except, that is definitely a corpse dressed in a security guard uniform, in that fire. Luckily for him, the GLOO cannon's gelifoam is built to handle fires. He can just put those out with a light dusting of gelifoam, while thinking about how scientifically brilliant the GLOO itself is instead of about how the cannon is intimidatingly gun shaped. Then he can just carefully search the smoking, hardened foam covered body for any keycards, like so.

He finds one! He's so pleased with himself.

(The revenant thinks this was not enough ammo collection for its taste, and accordingly takes over to steal the ammo out of the dead guard's pistol, and also goes through his pockets for any more. Bullets are found. The revenant returns control.)