*He looked at his foot, seemingly annoyed by it. He forced himself to stop again and turned his eyes toward the woman, taking his feet down as he did so.* "<em>Now, now, you got it all wrong. You won't be frozen in the sense of an ice cube. That would leave everyone with a mad case of freezer burn, so to speak. You'll be submerged into a pool of goop, then injected with feel goods, and finally, while you drift off and frolick into a field of flowers, the tank will be flash cooled and the temperature will be maintained above freezing, but only slightly. Like .000005 above. Thresholds and such.</em>" *Grinning he added.* "<em>I promise I'll close my eyes when I work on your tank, although it does make my job that much harder to accomplish.</em>" *Laughing yet again, he put his hand over his eyes and continued.* "<em>With all seriousness though, I have been given multiple psych exams, so I can assure you, that apart from my regular manner, I am quite adept at my job and you have no need to worry that I'll be doing anything but my job.</em>" *He peeked out from under his hand and winked. He turned his hand over and showed her the scribbles he had just read. He stood and flourished then sat back down.* "<em>My uppers have mentioned that I should ease the apprehension of the sleepers, so they are more comfortable with the idea of being chilled in the buff.</em>" *He pushed a button on the table labeled mead and reclined, now wearing a more welcoming smile. He might as well not get himself into too much trouble tonight. Cant have angry colonists waking up and giving him the stink-eye. No, no that would just not do.*