"I think I'll manage - the resemblance really is a bit eerie. Put a view of the bay outside that window and I'd swear I was back on Earth." He grumbles, more to cover his uneasiness on just how Bar got this information in the first place than any real displeasure at the rooms themselves. The smattering of utensils get dumped into the sink, and after a few moments of rummaging he finds a bottle of dish soap to pour into the warm water.