<strong>Name:</strong>Stewart<br/><strong>Rank:</strong>Assault Specialist<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cryo-Hold ==> Mess Hall<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>No one in particular, whoever hears him<br/><br/>Stewart's cryo-pod had unlocked about an hour ago. The trouble was, he was sleeping still, and now, having a rather pleasant dream involving himself and a couple of model having a party. But, as always with his dreams, it came to an end right before things tarted to get interesting. Stewart's eyes fluttered open, and he sighed. "Just had to be too good to be true..." he said. Groaning a little bit, Stewart pulled himself out of his cryo-pod and stretched himself out to his full length, lifting his arms high over his head as he did so. It was a freeing experience, getting out of the cryo-pods. While the experience of being locked inside didn't feel long, given that he wasn't conscious for it, he was certainly left feeling stiff and cramped. Being able to stretch his legs was a welcome relief. Looking around, it seemed that everyone else had already partaken of that particular joy, since his own pod was not the only one now lacking an occupant. With a yawn, Stewart walked out of the cryo-hold.<br/><br/>Arriving in the mess, Stewart found that it was already occupied by other members of the squad, and grinned a little bit, walking past the captain as he made hi way towards the food. "Nice of you to start the party without me. Gives me a chance to be fashionably late," Stewart said to the captain and anyone else who heard him, grinning a little bit at his own joke. He got to the food, thankfully, and grabbed a plate. Stewart have a pretty good idea of how cryo worked. His body had been given nutrients, so that wasn't an issue. But his stomach was empty. Right now, he just needed to fill himself up. That meant toast and cereal, breakfast of tiny, eight year old kings. Or people who needed carbs and nothing else.<br/><br/>Stewart slid into the nearest seat. It wasn't comfortable, but hey, neither was cryo. He could deal with a bit of discomfort. He started eating, but perhaps he hadn't realized just how hungry he was. He was finished his food very quickly. Obviously, his body still believed that he needed to eat, even if the cryo-pod had given him a perfectly healthy 'diet' during his stay. It was something to be said for his subconscious: it didn't care about all the fancy injections of vitamins and nutrients, it wanted food, dammit!