So I’m not so far into Andromeda that any sultry sparks have flown (I’m still too busy getting my ass handed to me on Eos), but I couldn’t help but notice the odd design logistics of the Tempest. Ryder’s spacious, booze-stocked, has-a-stellar-view cabin is at the end of the crews quarters. Not some discreet side room, not some single person elevator ride to what might be the sole attraction on that level of the ship.
If Ryder is going to have some canoodling, and if said canoodling is going to happen in her bed (or on the armchair, or desk…), her would-be lover has to waltz past bunks and grinning crew, both coming and going (possibly high-fiving their way each time). And then Ryder herself needs to stroll down the lane, finger guns smugly blazing.
No sleep for the wicked, no privacy for the Pathfinder.