Captain Tagon: We've got our cargo. It's a twenty-two hour trip, so we might as well see to getting the grunts settled.
Kevyn: I've got a proposal for quarters here.
Captain Tagon: Individual cabins? Personal washrooms! Kevyn, some of those areas are big enough to park shuttles in!
Kevyn: We've got the space, sir. There are only seventy-four of us on a ship with accommodations for sixty-eight hundred.
Kevyn: We're going to rattle around in here like shot in a shoebox.
Captain Tagon: Grunts don't rattle. They bang. A shoebox would actually be the perfect size for their quarters.