Nonetheless, it led him to the inescapable conclusion that he was now on their home planet, or at least a large remote space station of some kind.  There was too much open space for it to be anything else.  Despite Hollywood’s set designs, any ship designed for a long-range mission would be jammed full of equipment and supplies.  Even on terrestrial ships, every space was utilized for something.  While a Bahamas cruise ship might have nice cabins for the tourists, the crew simply had to deal with crowded spaces.  He’d had friends in the Navy who’d had to hot bunk as they worked through the ranks.  While this practice would not extend to the sick bay, there still would be no more room than needed for a bed and a medic to work; the room he was in could easily fit another couple dozen beds the size of his—and his bed was larger than what Lyra would have required.  If all the ponies were her size, the beds could be half as big, and twice as many could fit into the room.