Todd knew that too well. The Genii wouldn't allow him so much as a bench let alone a blanket, just in case. Atlantis at least had been kinder in that regard, allowing him not only something to sit on, but also were professional and said little if anything to him compared to the Genii who taunted him through the bars whenever they were bored or drunk or both.

He moved to lay on his side, pulling Rogue to spoon against him, allowing him to wrap an arm around her waist and rest his chin above her head.

"Given enough time the feeling of sleeping on the cold floor will fade." he said. It would never go away entirely but as a result, it made one feel lucky for what they had.