The Scale of Us Versus the Shit House

The ship is still running. The engines are sort of powered by their own sort of self propulsion. Amber, you know this building very well because you used to sleep in it. Because a couple dozen yards ahead of the Coriolis, these green pulses of light are flashing through the doors and windows of the shit house. Well, the good news is I left some jerky under my bunk. What do I now know about the scale of us versus the shit house? You are by looking at it.