Matt is a disaster on a lot of levels. He's like a layer cake of poor choices. But one of those levels is this: as the person sneaking around, he doesn't imagine that he's gonna get sneaked on. Not from behind him, anyway; he's paying more attention to the mouth of the mine.

In something of a lucky break, the security isn't as high-tech as the type of thing he's growing accustomed to aboard the space station. That makes sense, Matt realizes as he approaches: if they had the ability to run the place with military efficiency, they presumably wouldn't be outsourcing their security. People are filing into the mine, none of them particularly happy; Matt slips in at the end of the line and follows them.

It's only when the light from outdoors has fully given way to strung-up lamps that he really starts to ponder: What now?