A quarters as befits an ensign, basic in almostt all manners. The sparse room is already occupied by copious amounts of datapads and personal belongings, meticulously stacked, piled and ordered. Despite any effort towards arrangement however the sheer weight of personal items imposes a sense of clutter. Paces faster than a crawl are likely to topple some unseen collection and for now movement is rather restricted.

The bastion of space lies at Tobias' desk, entirely clear but for a few datapads in current use. Only one chair is propped there, despite general issue of a pair. It is here he is usually found off duty and without the lab, pouring over some issue too important to lift his gaze from.