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Ray's seen Peter's quarters here in Milliways, but no one else's ever really been to his. This might explain the look of the place when he opens the door. The general impression is of some kind of science-fiction convention that viciously mugged the annual meeting of the Society of American Chemical Engineers, then ran off to Tijuana with the more interesting parts of the Fu Foundation School of Engineering and Applied Science's library. There are books stacked everywhere, schematic diagrams of starships taped to the walls, the electronic pin-outs involved in downloading data from a PKE meter to a USB drive, notebooks and pens and mechanical pencils- you name it. There's also a small card table to one side, where it was forced to take shelter from the wall-sized rig of chemical solutions, gratings, filters, and electrical coils. Somewhere in all of this there is a bed and a chair, but it takes some looking to find anything so mundane.

"My world and welcome to it," Ray said, glancing over his shoulder. "If anything goes crunch underfoot, let me know, would you? I think I might've dropped one of my crystallography experiments the other day and I haven't found the pieces yet."