120 A: At Last

Adrian Koine had been relieved to have his own room, at first. The tiny compartment in the large security ship quickly began to feel more like a prison, which it likely doubled as when needed, once he was restricted to it. 

Physically, he had nearly as much space as he'd had in the cabin that had been shared among three people. Mentally, he knew that he was confined to a tiny portion of the inhabitable space aboard the much larger vessel. It irked him more than he wanted to admit.

Brendan's responses to the images he'd sent of the space he now occupied were amusing at least, though he couldn't help hoping that neither of the two people who were planning to stay aboard the smaller vessel for most of a decade would suffer the irritation he felt with his current confinement.