Security Office

The security office is rather cozy (being on a cramped, highly monitored station tends to discourage crime- though it still happens so a security **** is still needed), with an area for the security chief and his subordinates to sit and do their paperwork, and a small room attached to this one that has the jail. PDA's litter their desks, though you don't bother looking at them- you don't have security authorisation, so they wouldn't even turn on for you. It's actually quite disorganised here, as though there was a major commotion that made security go into a panic. Even mugs of coffee have been left undrunk, cold, old and fit only for pouring down the sink.