Katherina doesn't climb off of his fuck pole so much as slump off unconscious with a smile on her face. Anders smiles too, feeling accomplishment from fucking another female into passed out bliss. He chuckles a bit too as he breathes deep on the writer's couch. Covered with sweat, and a bit more around his groin, he finally chuckles a bit as he appreciates the mixed sex fluids.<br/><br/>He gets up soon though, he was kind of thirsty. Looking for some bottled water that might of been the end of that if the writers hadn't burned through their stock in the writer's mini-fridge. Crap, maybe there was more water in the green room mini-fridge.<br/><br/>He was alone, right? He doesn't even bother with clothes as he gets up and walks to leave the room and find some water.<br/><br/>"<strong>Finishing up here, should be able to evac in a few minutes. What's the sit-rep?</strong>" Brother Zee comes up on the commlinks.