Fel's eyes opened, quickly adjusting to the harsh white of the surrounding walls as it reflected the light of the fluorescent chandelier in the outside hallway whose dull yellow rays peered in through gaps of the nearby blinds. The room was just as he'd remembered, an unimaginative square shape with a bulky, glossy white dresser topped with a hologram projected situated in one corner and a feeble-looking desk, dented legs and all, standing opposite. The man's bed, for last night at least, took up much of the space's center, underneath a forbiddingly large display screen functioning as a window to the surrounding solar system, its sickly green sheets a welcome compliment to the rest of the hypochondriac's dream abode. He stretched, sending both of his feet from their curled-up positions out underneath the covers, exposing just what a giant of a man he was. 

Standing at nearly six-and-a-half feet, he rarely found a bed suitable for his length, meaning he'd often ended up bending into an uncomfortable mass in the midst of midnight. This was no time, however, for such lengthy anatomical examinations; Roals was en route to the USS Orpheus, after all, and this was his day to pack up after nearly a week of lounging within Aurora as part of the Navy's latest attempts at assimilating its newest celestial acquisitions to life outside of the atmosphere they'd come to know and love.The heavy-set metallic door opened with a [i]swoosh[/i] and closed behind him with a [i]click[/i] as soon as he'd stepped out. 

A force of cold air wilting down the corridor smacked into Roals as he'd began making his way towards the nearest lavatory, whose neon sign was obscured underneath the blinding light of the aforementioned fluorescent fixture above him. The metallic grates were cold to the touch of his soles, sending the multitude of hairs lining his legs to shoot straight up as goosebumps overcame his limbs. The government-issue sleepwear he'd been granted as part of the station's harboring of troops did little to protect against the chilling breath of the structure's fine blend of oxygen and hydrogen in attempts to stabilize the already poorly-insulated heating system, the thin cotton shawl and sweatpants haphazardly clinging to his clean-shaven abdomen.