On the FO's side where the control column entered the floor,the rubber surround had a hole in it,which was handy when the mind was starting to think things were going dangerously bad,the eyes could just glance down and be reassured to see the brightly lit concrete floor.
At least that's a bit better than the old 737-200 simulator at Aer Lingus in Dublin. When you donned the oxy masks for the emergency descent and breathed in normally, you got the stink of a combination of dead cockroaches, cigarette butts, and lots of other smelly uglies picked up by the trailing end of the oxy hose dangling a few inches from the floor of the simulator bay.