"Wow. Actual beds. What luxury." He would, however, lay claim to it as soon as he could. "As long as they're not the same sort of beds which would end up with other people's blood all over them, then that might be an idea." Or six. "So, what do the rest of you sleep on?" Or in. He'd take that as an answer.

Guy turns around and peers into the darkness, but his eyes hurt, and he quickly turns back, "So...we're trapped then? But some poor sod will be screaming his lungs out without me there. Or worse, have to face that serious anaesthetist that won't wear donkey masks."