<strong>Name:</strong>Timothy Holt<br/><strong>Location:</strong>USS Anchorage<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>Waking from cryo<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/>Timothy woke up, groaning slightly as the sensation returned to his body. He sat up slowly, running his hand over his face. Then started to rub some more feeling into his legs. He had been caught out once to often trying to walk with numb legs, and as amusing as it was to the other members of his squad he was loathe to repeat it. He swung his legs over the side of his capsule placing his feet on the floor, wincing slightly at the sterile coldness.<br/>He stood up and started towards the bathroom. After taking care of his ablutions he started towards the showers, noticing the Lt already in there and the synthetic removing her clothes to take her own shower.<br/>"She'd be attractive if no one told you she wasn't real" He thought to himself, removing his own shorts and throwing them into the laundry chute. He however considered her just another piece of hardware.<br/>He turned on the tap and stood under the showerhead with his head lowered and his hands resting on the wall. Letting the hot water thaw him out.<br/>