The Wrack was needless to say not at all impressed by the living quarters and ajacent facilities that have not at all be altered from their human manufactured state. Though perhaps he wasn’t as shocked as others might be, he had lived in worse in his time among the lower ranks of Wracks. Really you are little better than a toy and a slave when you first.... He paused in his thoughts as the hole in his memory before joining Everspiral under his master flashed in his mind. Oh yes, he remembered now, he was born as a Wrack, there is no life before Everspiral. Yes... Continuing in his thought process before the interruption, the lowest rungs of Wrack society he guessed he could call it were little better than specially kitted out slaves. He of course started from the very bottom so he was once forced to live in very minimal conditions. As such these human amenities will do, with mild modification it can be quite comfortable. As such when he entered the living quarters after taking a brief tour of other areas he got to work pulling four beds together. Bending away or otherwise removing banisters so the beds can be pushed together to form one big enough for him to comfortably lay on during times of rest. With no lab to himself he would have nothing to really do at this point so he laid himself down and splayed out his limbs to ensure that the combined beds were big enough for him. He found that they were and continued to lay there.