There's a large red tapestry above the bed, and a few more dinosaurs standing sentry on the nightstand, and photographs tucked into the cubbies along the back wall. One of the few things that gives it away as being on a spaceship at all is the comm/wavescreen and command keyboard mounted by the ladder, glowing a bright blue in the otherwise warm lighting.

Wash grins, almost embarrassed, as he leans against the wall.

"We gotta do what we can," he says. "It is home."