The Soul is a cramped shell of a spaceship. It's barely flightworthy, if that. The hull is thick (in spots) in someone's poor attempt to make up for abyssmal energy shielding.

A narrow and battered Army cot leans against an interior wall, not far from the controls. The directional mechanisms are bulky and ugly, which might explain the stupidly bright stickers attached in odd spots around them.

One shit-kicked door opens into a warmly lit room, which is filled floor to ceiling with burgeoning bookshelves. It stands out from the ship's rather minimal decor everywhere else. This is the one place on board that isn't quite so depressing.