Most of them barely have a cockpit. The screens and dials stay small and the cabin turns into a bedroom: the bunk against one wall, the round sofa pod against the other, a spacesuit hanging in the open wardrobe. Somebody is reading in almost every one, sometimes beside a plush sloth with a book of its own, and a small animal has curled up on the quilt.
The quietest one has nobody aboard yet, only plants, a rug and a door with a moon on it.