Connor glanced around a little bit. The hallways he's been in hadn't seemed especially dirty, nor had the room he'd 'woken up' in. And the bar itself looked clean and upkept. From experience, he expected piles of refuse and obvious neglect in the absence of anyone cleaning or taking care of things. But maybe that was just Detroit.

"What other species are present here aside from humans?" He didn't include androids in with this. They weren't technically alive. He wouldn't really consider them a 'species' though he wasn't sure what other category they might fit into.

"Self-regulating on some scale would make sense. Many systems can be designed to self-diagnose, troubleshoot and repair... to an extent," He glanced away for a moment before making eye contact again, fidgeting a little. He'd been unable to connect with the station fully, firewalls along with physical walls perhaps. His eyes light up suddenly as an idea hits him, "When the gravity stopped working, did any new areas of the station open up?"

It would make sense that there might be something written into the station's program that would allow access only when self-repairs failed.