Relaxing a bit as the screaming subsides, Shane watches the two of them speaking from his floor, recovering from the nightmare that was combat. He slowly picked up the tin, placing it back on the crate and stood in one easy motion, the ill-fitting coveralls tight against his biceps. He walked over to the two of them, still cautious, and held out his hand, “The name’s Shane, though most call me Mars. It would appear we are all in the same predicament, I too woke up in this room, having falling asleep some place completely different.”