"What, the crew quarters? All sonic showers and cold steel? Nah." He shakes his head, waving for Locus to follow. "I mean my little bubble of whatever I wanted that they set up for me. It's a little slice of East Texas, a dive bar, a house. A holographic sky isn't as good as the real thing but-"

He slows to a stop and hooks his helmet on a maglock at his waist. "It's a slice of home."