He bit his lip, looking down at the passage he'd have to take. A human's small intestines would take a long time to traverse, but hopefully Steph had some sort of accomodation. It wasn't impossible that the commander would want something from the stomach<span style="font-style: italic">before</span>it's been metled down and had all of its nutrients extracted, right?<br/>Staring at it didn't help either way, though. He took a deep breath of the air his suit provided and dove down through the spaghetti, soon being almost graciously accepted into the small intestine. Stepping away from the sphincter behind him, he began searching for shortcuts or other mechanical anomalies.