"Most the ship is empty, most the time, but I know what you mean. When no one's been around for a while, you can feel it. How someplace isn't really lived in."

What made it worse, she supposed, was exactly how much like the rest of the ship this felt like. Yet it was off, something in proportions, something in size. "Looks like we've found the mess hall. A much smaller mess hall, but," she trailed off, gesturing to the food depository. "Hard to miss some of the signs. Did the ship used to segregate crews?"