Talking partially to himself, partially to a metallic object that keeps changing its shape as if to frustrate narrative description Mach (as he's started to call himself) closed the maintenance panel on the deserted station then said
"Which reminds me, retrieving some of the parts and swapping others is not funny. Turned out rather fortuitous being off course in the end but it could have just as easily caused a core breach."
The object, settling on being a ball for the moment, uncontrollably wobbles, shakes and rolls about the room. As the laughter it couldn't vocalise didn't echo around the room Mach reaches into his inside coat pocket. The "laughter" continues silently until it sees what Mach's been slowly taking out of his pocket. A blanket. A white blanket. A white fleece blanket. A white fleece blanket with fluffy bunnies on it.
Upon identifying the blanket the ball screams off out of the room, down random corridors, into and out of ventilation shafts and straight towards the airlock. The airlock is suddenly blocked by Mach and the blanket. As the blanket fluttered and floated onto the floor the ball, now frozen stock still, cursed vehemently and silently as it accepted its fate.
Gently scooping up the ball and blanket in a small bundle Mach shifts back into his new quarters in his new home. After depositing the bundle in a small box Mach stretches out on to a sofa. Pulling a datapad out of his pocket, as well as a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, Mach starts to read, smoke and doodle.