Ianto supposes that it could be worse as well. The bathroom could have no door. Hell, there could be no bathroom, for that matter. There could be just a bucket in the corner of the room and perhaps a set of bars on one side of the walls and then he'd be right back in that basement with the refrigerator full of body parts. He crosses the room nervously just to check, but refreshingly it's only stocked with the most basic of necessities. Closing it and turning back to John to make sure they're still where they were a moment ago, he lets out a shaky breath. Glancing between the options...

It takes him a moment to make anything of a choice, but the bed further from the door has a window closer to it and he doesn't even care if it means he'll be rained on at this point, so long as he'll have fresh air. He gestures to it tiredly before tossing his pack down on it and wincing as it causes a layer of dust to rise from the bedding.

"Well, it's. Better than camping, I suppose," he says, assessing the place aloud.