Lester groaned.  Even from his first morning of school, there was no 'five more minutes'.  Why would it be any different now?  The muscleman reaches for the assist handle and throws himself up.  Legs are a little shaky.  Not a surprise.  He glances to the left, then right, and finally takes a few steps for the nearby wall.  Once his back is to it, he takes stock.  Ugly brown jumpsuit?  Still on him, and still a promotion from prison orange and pink.  Other stasis pods?  Still existing, none are blaring life signs lost warning.<br/><br/>Hair?  He runs a hand through it.  Still there, still doesn't need a shave.  He stretches a bit more and waits for the 'wake up ping' to turn into a 'maggot, you better get your ass down here before I kick your ass ping'.  No reason to rush ahead of the group just to wait in a different spot.   Rushing would come later, along with a lot of satisfying carnage.