“Your world allows people to be homeless because it seems to make them feel better,” Dorrek mumbles defensively.

Because now he is self-comsciois.

“This... space is yours. Relax here as you see fit. There will be dinner in four hours. You will be dining with me. When you are ready, knock on that door.”

Dorrek gestures to the far wall where a door led through to his own room. Then he points at another door on a different wall.

“Your bathroom is through there. I do advise you not go into the halls and explore he ship today. For the first few hours the crew doesn’t even like me under their feet. “