[The door slides open. The inside of the room is small, more of a cell than many rooms on the barge, and the walls are - for the moment - white, with a grid of seams where different segments of the surrounding screens double as the cabinet doors for various sorts of storage space. The tight room itself is dominated by an oblong block, two feet by two feet by six and a half. Pillows next to it on either long side and the mehcnical odds and ends he has sorted neatly on the surface indicate that it can be used as a table; the glowing red ring around the bottom of a tea kettle to one side proves it doubles as a stove. Part of the surface is clear of objects, and is displaying a few basic schematics on its surface. There is no other furniture, no apparent bed or chairs, although a litter box, food and water bowls, and a small scratching post colonize various corners of the room. A painting leans against one wall, painted side facing away from the room, hidden. He's seated on the far side of the table block, with Melchior on the cushion next to him, and he waves her over with a smile.]
[spam]
Hello, Esther. It's lovely to see you again.