Solas awoke to the sound of Loud thumping against the glass of his pod, jumping instinctively, resulting in smacking his head against the glass and shouting various muffled curses from within. Slowly the door pushed open and he climbed out, revealing an apparent irishman in all his pale under-wear clad glory, if it could be called that... strangely enough he didn't shiver quite so much "Oi, It's a good thing Ah like tha cold, it downright 'bitey' out here... First things first" Priorities... He quickly trotted over to his locker and worked himself into his thermal under-suit, shivering 'then' from the change in feeling the temperature "Ahhhhh, oh that feels amazin..."

Second priority... He started digging his various bits of equipment out of the locker, lining up or stacking it along the bench like he was already equipping for the mission ahead of time, or perhaps he just had a strong prefference for being in his actual work suit... he didn't really say much else until he had his Environmental layer on, followed by the well armored Outer suit... and Finally his favorite part, That heavily armored gauntlet that he quickly pulled onto his right arm...

After a few seconds of checking everything over and finally letting out a tellingly relaxed sigh, he leaned against the locker and finally addressed the current questions in the air "I'll tell ya lassy, all a me vitals er workin 'perfectly', ah'll take uh shower after ah've made sure ah don't have ta fix anyth'n... functional equipment is more important than smellin nice, besides, i'll stink like ah burn'n engine fer long anyweh, nevermind tha 'Heat' a tha place makin evereh'thin stink."