"Heh! Table works as well as berth for me, but I'm betting you're not going to be anywhere near as comfortable on a table," Spinister answers, shrugging slightly as he inspects the building, knocking on the walls, eyeballing any cracks they walked by.

It didn't seem too bad off. Sure, the structure wasn't going to last another year, but they should be long gone by then. Spin DOES make a note to tidy the place up somewhat though, if only for some peace of mind. Just because they were on the go didn't mean they had to leave in a turborat hole.