Abel gives the stranger -- collared, like them -- a glance, arching a brow in detached recognition as he all but jerks some poor fool right off his feet by the back of his obligatory uniform and tosses him further into the room, replacing the man's position by the console. So, the one by some sort of view panel was programmed to acknowledge them? The others in here hadn't.

He would leave it to his brother to handle the 'public relations,' as it were; he's busy exploring this foreign technology... however futile it might be.