Clark turns to study the map. He has at minimum entered every chamber within this ship, even if some of them are completely disabled, and their function opaque. He's also spent many hours with Kelex, even before it was Kelex, hovering over his shoulder and guiding him through some maintenance, which is the reason why the interior doesn't feel just as cold, if not colder, than the snowy wastes outside.

"What did they use these for?" asks Clark.

"Multitudinous purpose," Kelex says, its voice serene. "Education. Interfacing with complex internal systems for the purposes of improvement and maintenance. Harmonic alignment. Intellectual and imaginative stimulation. Interrogation and proc—"

"Sounds great," says Clark. "Thank you. Can you help us make it operable?"

Kelex swims around to hover by his shoulder, as if to look at the map itself along with him. As neutrally as a robot can be: "If that is what you want."