<strong>Lance Corporal Benjamin Mathias - 3rd Squad - Feeling frisky.</strong><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Not everyone - or everything - is looking to get their rocks off," Danko replied with a wry grin.  "Like you."  </strong><br/><br/>Mathias balked, putting on a show of being grievously offended.  "I'm hurt, Gunnery Sergeant!  I'll have you know there's more to me than just a pretty face and a winnin' personality!  I have feelin's!  Painful memories!  It just so happens that most of them be related to horrible,<em>horrible</em>bedroom liaisons."<br/><br/>The glow of the flamer cast an unwholesome light on the barren features of the corridors, illuminating room after empty room stripped bare of furniture or decoration.  From the looks of it nobody had been living in this part of the colony for much longer than any of them had anticipated, and certainly long before the higher ups had seen fit to assign them to investigate.<em>Just what the hell happened here?</em><br/><br/><strong>"Or your bedroom," Riska said cheekily, though her expression was al business.  "Same sense of not being lived in or seeing any action." </strong><br/><br/>"Yeah yeah, keep tauntin' the man with a few hundred thousand degrees of fiery death at his beck and call!" Mathias muttered, a faux whine creeping into his voice.  "I'll have you know that my<em>bunk</em>sees plenty of action.  Me and my hand have a<em>very</em>loving, healthy relationship."