Discust showed briefly on Kurt's face as he looked around the room. He wouldn't even fit laying down in the current arrangement. He shook his head, easily lifting the metal chair and putting it in one corner. Then he grabbed the metal bed and with a grunt, heaved it so it was diagonal. There. Now he could actually sleep straight out . Even if the guards told him to put it back. A small smirk formed over his face. He sat down in the metal chair. They should have bolted it down. A very easy item to use as a weapon. He looked out of the cell, lips pressed together to form a thin line.