Senti's quick wonder around revealed the layout of the small area. They were in a cubby hole that existed between floors of the ship; it was just tall enough for Smith to stand, but the roof was certainly a little too close to the floor for comfort. Once this had just been a wide, open area; quite large. Smith and Sammy - presumably them, at least - had erected makeshift walls; they weren't overly stable, but they did box off a few rooms. As a result the rooms were large - space was free! - but rather makeshift feeling; the walls would probably give with a suitably heavy push by Senti and Smith together, for example. Not only that but there were bare wires and pipes running, mostly across the floor and roof but there was one particularly obtrusive wire crossing the centre of Smith's room, which Senti had to climb under to rummage around to find...<br/><br/>Jackpot; a few moth-eaten, thin blankets. Better than nothing, barely. Noone paid her much heed as she got ready for bed, each occupied with their own businesses and not overly interested in their house guest, for the moment. Indeed it was several long hours before Sammy wondered into the room, and saw a naked woman laid out upon his floor. He jumped in surprise; so high in fact that his head knocked the ceiling and he landed with a yelp of pain, that cut through his former 'Wahoo!' of delight. It might've been a while for the old fella.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>