The ship is, in one word, a behemoth. Or at least in David's unbiased opinion it is considering he's only seen one room on the entire ship, but this one room also has enough people in it to make the duty shifts on board the da Vinci look tiny. Any ship that can hold that many people is in fact, a behemoth, at least in his unbiased opinion when compared to his Saber-class ship. This ship is also from a time several years ago, at least judging by the uniforms of the crew, different from his shirt and jacket combination favored recently.

It's those little details that don't set him quite at ease yet, after all it all means either time travel (though how that's possible on a short trip to Galvan VI is beyond him) or an elaborate hoax to get to him. Neither of which were exactly pleasant thoughts, but no one is being outright hostile at the moment which is why he ordered a bowl of matzah ball soup (if he's going to be stuck figuring out a mystery without any of the Corps of Engineers or his crew around him he needs some sort of fortification), which he's holding in one hand as he taps his combadge with the other as he makes his way towards a table. "Gold to da Vinci, are you there?"

It's only with years of practice in the command chair that he keeps any worry out of his voice.