Potato gives the time to the hour, and Faux notes her keen sense of time, though it be odd it's in user cron increments. Hey, at least someone here has a functioning timekeep. Months... terrible. Now he has to wonder who his other cabin mates are. They must be tolerable for such close quarters.

He doesn't get to ask though, as Potato starts to talk about the beds.

Another smile forms on him. "I found you snoozing on one so I'm sure they aren't too bad at all."

It turns out as he lies down, he is one of the 'too tall for them'. He scrunches into the alcove of the bed, his legs bending up, but not uncomfortably. He's used to sleeping on 'uncomfortable' surfaces, so this one more than makes up for the slight length oversight.

The bed is hard, but also springy. "They are pretty comfortable," he decides. After all, it's a strange concept to a program. Yes they have furniture, but theirs are hard surfaces, and no more soft than any other surface in his system. The most cushioned furnishings were only ever created by Flynn, or in places he knew he would be occupying. He... honestly had no true opinion on them. He could make do with anything really. Ok, perhaps not jagged stones. That is uncomfortable in anyone's books, outside of maybe gridbugs.

The thoughts take him back to his home system.

"Months though. That must be a rough time for you. Missing your home." Even though he's unsure if it's a good thing or not.