<strong>Dr. August Carrino<br/>Cryo Bay, RI Swallow<br/>Low Orbit over Planet Sepik (SK01-PROS-01)</strong><br/><br/>"Gus Carrino," he said, smiling as they shook hands.  His hand was large and strong, and he gave two quick pumps in response to her firm grip.  "Doctor, as you pointed out, so I suppose you've already looked at my file."<br/><br/>He continued to lean heavily against the pod as Castor went about her duties in the Cyro bay.  He didn't trust his legs to not give out the moment he tried to stand unaided, not yet at least.  Another minute or two should be good.  This may have been his first allergic reaction to the Cyrostims, but Gus had always been especially slow to thaw from Cyro even in the best of circumstances.  It was just one more reason to hate traveling through deep space.<br/><br/>"Too late," he said with a laugh when she mentioned the Cyro-Green.  "I looked up the constituents years ago, after my first Cyro trip.  Enzymatically degraded amino acid substrate mixed with high density carbs, lipids, steroids, and sprinkled with flecks of dehydrated minerals, all reconstituted in an acidic phosphorous buffer.  Just like how Ma used to make it."  As usual in such situations, Gus suddenly realized that perhaps he had said too much.  She hadn't known what was in it, and perhaps she had wanted to keep it that way.  Damn it, his mouth had always been faster than his brain.  "Ah, sorry," he apologized.  "Besides, the stuff's actually kind of tasty.  It's just the thought of eating anything right now that's unappealing."<br/><br/>He carefully leaned away from the tube, allowing more of his weight to fall on his legs.  Much to his delight, he didn't crumple to the floor.  He looked back at the medic with a broad smile.  "Keep that needle to yourself, Castor," he said.  "I'll go choke down some of that slop.  What about you?"