8-524: Shipwreck, Cabin 6.1
It is another cabin.
Tidy in appearance, it belongs to a man with an expensive taste in clothes; he is about 178 cm tall and on the slightly solid side.
A pair of white-and-green uniforms are in the cupboard, draped in a bag that suggests they’ve never been worn. They bear the name Backus Thurston-Thurston-Thurston.
The cabin has been customised in small ways: an ornamental desk clock sits on the desk, a personal grooming attachment station in the fresher, a small ambience projector has been attached to the roof, presumably to throw patterns on the walls.
A heavy footlocker is in the storage area. It is locked.
Lia sighs impatiently. She is getting sick of locks.
Electronic?