Then, just past the living space, was the large docking-door. His ship had a small airlock, where he could pressurize as needed for leaving his vessel, or if he needed to connect to a station or another derelict vessel. Directly beside it, his bathroom pod. Boasting a Smart-Toilet with all the works, Barnon was fierce about treating his Stomach, Dopamine Receptors and Butt like a king. The rest of the bathroom was as expected, fit with standing nutra-shower, designed to recycle his onboard water and enrich it so he'd get his needed vitamins through skin-absorption -- he installed a stool, because even standing long enough for a shower was sometimes just too taxing of a task. And again, kingly butt. It deserved it.