Forlin woke to the hiss and groan of the cryo pod reviving him the rush of chemicals and blood could be felt running through his veins. The pod always had the same smell, sterile even more so than a hospital. Keeping his eyes closed for a time letting his body remember itself, he as always felt the lurch of his stomach but many years of this cryo crap trained to him to hold it in but he could still tasste the bile in his mouth. Exhaling slowly he opened his eyes, people were out of thier pods already one ot two leaning over the puke trough the rest making thier way to the showers and latrine. He pushed out on the pod's hatch letting the hydralic arms swing it the rest of the way out.<br/><br/>He stepped onto the cold decking and felt his own weight again it was kind of a happy moment in a way. While others wore a little as possible while in stasis Forlin many years ago started wearing what would be considered spandex shorts, they kept everything in place but also reached down to just above the knee. It was slightly warmer and a touch more modest too. This being said when he noticed the line heading to the lavatories he didn't much care. He was a little chilled of course from the cryo pod but a walk would do the same as a shower just not as fast. So he headed for the galley to find some hot food and coffee. At the doc's comment of innoculations he grunted and made a point to be the last one to get stuck.