The atrium. The atrium... [Newt repeats, furrowing his brows as he tried to remember what that was. Space was much more complicated; there was far too much technology for him to keep up with. His case was so much easier to keep up with...]

... The atrium! [His eyes light up, though, and he stands upright, some unfortunate furballs falling off his shoulders and into the pile of their siblings.] Oh, I'm sorry-- But you're right, they'll prefer it over this. I know I do. But... can you lead the way?