Natasha got into the shower and stripped off the grey underclothes she had worn in cryo, tossing them into a cleaning bin.  She wouldn't need them until she went back down for the outgoing trip, so she didn't worry about them much.  The hot shower always felt amazing after cryo, even if she didn't allow herself to linger too long.  The hot water washed the scum from her body and her long hair, leaving her clean in just a few minutes.  She reluctantly turned the hot spray of, conscious of what was likely a line of people forming up to get cleaned.  She grabbed a long white towel and dried herself off, wrapping it around herself carefully before stepping out of the showers and heading for the lockers.<br/><br/><em>At least they stored the women's stuff around the corner.  There's a better chance of no male walking around to it.</em>She opened her locker and let the towel drop, taking out her usual black clothes.  Clothes that were meant to survive nearly anything this planet could throw at them.  At least, that was the idea.  It had worked out well so far.<br/><br/>Once she was dressed she left the lockers and headed towards the bridge.  Most people were heading for the cafeteria, but she decided against it.  She was used to fasting for several days, and unlike the rest of them she<em>knew</em>what that slime was made of.  She'd be able to work out some real food once she got planet side.  For now, the allure of the data being gathered as they entered orbit was more interesting.<br/><br/>She saw Conner when she slipped onto the bridge, giving him a polite nod before going over to one of the science stations and waking it from it's long slumber.