Dumb "Y'all see that?"
The merchant on the control deck looked closely at the humanoid form floating through space, before handing the binoculars to another crew member who had just come upstairs with a cup of coffee.
"That a human out there?"
Both of them were equally bewildered by how a person got this far out in an EVA suit, before they just shrugged it off.
"Whatever, they're probably dead."
"We need some new gear... what's say we strip 'em for a suit?"
"Aye, I'll prep Greg."
Within a minute, the small mining vessel that had been berthed in the station's hanger fired up it's engines and departed the station. The humble mining vessel had seen a long working life, covered in scratches and welding joints. The yellow paint was faded, but the name "Greg" was painted on it's side. The shuttle quietly crept though space towards the humanoid. Although the vacuum of space made the shuttle dead quiet, the control deck operator watched on carefully, giving instructions via radio.
"Go about 500m dead ahead..."
"Looked further than that"
"Nah, it's drifting"
"Correct course about 50 meters starboard"
"50 meters starboard..."
Before long, the mining shuttle arrived at the humanoid form, readied with a salvage claw to move in and grab them.