He waved vaguely at their surroundings, moving easily in his suit. "We're on the ship. See, the point of this was to put resources and crap on the planet. Then they found out that I had actually designed it for a small crew to be inside. They didn't like that- had me remove it, and I had to redesign it to be smaller and more cost efficient. And then they found that the chances of automated construction 'bots working correctly after all this time would be very little, and looked to their two great uncertains for help. And so we're now sitting in the tacked on mess hall, complete with flavored nutrient paste, and a single bunk bed. I have the bottom bunk, by the way. I have a problem with... heights."

He grimaced inside the suit, even though it was completely unseen, and that the bunkbed's lower bed wasn't even a foot off the flower, and the upper bed was only five feet above that. Next to it was the nutrient paste machine- a small touchpad screen, with a nozzle underneath, and a small dispenser that had small plastic cups, and a hole to put used cups into for recycling. Next to that was a table. In the middle of the room were three different multi-purpose workout machines, and on the opposite side of the bunk bed is a single stall for showering, and a stall next to it for going to be the bathroom

Surveying this, all in this small room, he said, "Hope sweet home, for about two days."