The crew quarters had been renovated, same as the rest of the Station. The old pictures the instructors at Candidate training used had shown tiny, smaller than a closet, spaces, which he and Jason had snickered about at the time. It was inappropriately funny. Now, it wasn’t the case at all.
While not palatial, the crew quarters were cordoned off sections of Columbus and a pathway between. Its walls still weren’t thick enough for any real privacy, but it was bigger, with more space to stretch out. John’s was a hair larger than the others. He needed room for the extra stuff he was required to have, emergency manuals and the like. Not that those had any actual value anymore.
Jason tugged out of his hand and wandered into his own area right across the aisle. When he came back out, he had his
