He helped her to her feet, both of them soon relying on each other for balance, taking such a romantic, cryogenic-released shower. He turned away to cough a bit more, and then answered in an equally crappy voice, "Grey. Sanders." He gave her a grim, this-is-shit smile, before turning towards the doorway to the room. 

The room was, in comparison to the average college dorm room, tiny. It was probably long enough for him to lay down fully stretched out, and wide enough for him and a man half as tall to stretch out, toes to toes. Not the most ideal place, but it'd have to do. He leaned against the wall, and slowly moved towards the door in the middle of the wall, opposite of the two cryogenic stasis pods. Roughly slamming his hand against the small pad, the door slid open. At the same moment, the water shut off, leaving him feeling surprisingly clean, even though he was clean to begin with. He just didn't have the best of stuff in his lungs.

So he stepped through the doorway into an equally large room, again, with a door at the far end. Embedded in the walls are lockers- presumably with their uniforms and survival kit. He stumbled over to one, leaving the other woman to herself to recover, and slammed his fist against the closest locker. He stared at the suit, and sighed, almost in desperation.

He glanced back at the woman, before sighing, pulling a towel out of a small slot at the topmost section of the locker, and drying himself off. Tossing it aside, he got dressed.


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The only difference between male and female would be the chest, depending on how... 'gifted,' as some might put it, a woman's chest is.
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