"Let's see..." Pulling up a map of the station was a matter of a few pointed eye movements and blinks; doing anything much more complicated than this would be tricky without the armor's gauntlets, and the extra sensors they contained, but for now he wasn't having any trouble. He could also see Badd through the helmet's visor, watching him impatiently.

The map came up with a folder prosaically labeled "Filters", but when he tried to access it, the screen greyed out. Access restricted?

"There's a lock on the map," he informed Badd, surprised. Why seal off this program, but not the entire helmet? On a hunch, he back out, checked the language settings -- yes, it could be set to either mando'a or Basic -- and switched it over. Then he went back into the map, took the helmet off, and handed it to Badd. "Here," he said. "Give it a try now."