Captain Connor knew that others were waiting to use the shower so he didn't linger as long as he would have liked. He grabbed a quick-dry towel and rubbed himself down in the shower before wrapping the towel around his waist. He stepped out of the shower and padded over to his locker and quickly dressed into uniform. He secured his gun-belt around his hips - an old habit, from years of combat situations and pulling security - before marching down the small hallway to where the 'cafeteria' was located.<br/><br/>It could hardly be called a cafeteria - a small kitchen with an elongated table that was just large enough to seat everyone at once. The grub was what had long been termed 'Cyro-Green'...an indistinguishable slush of green slop. The Captain didn't know what was in it, probably didn't want to know either, but it tasted surprisingly good and was the best cure for most of the ill-effects of Cyro Sleep. He quickly finished his portion and headed up to the Bridge to check in with the Pilot.