Right, mind control a la the fuckin' purple fishqueen trollbitch.

[Said flat, with a hint of distaste. He leans to stare out the window, takes a quick look around, and then stares out the window again. Real, actual space just feels different from wherever they were in the void.]

So. Space. Do you remember how we got here. Or why we're here. Maybe check if there's a nice planet around that's got a beach for a vacation from any cataclysmic events.