He finished, wrapped the towel around his waist; and did start to glance over his shoulder, but stopped himself.
"I'll get the clothes," he said. "Cold draft in five… four…" He opened the door on zero. Sure enough, a chill swept through the 'fresher. He quickly stepped through and closed the door most of the way to keep more cold out.
He hadn't unpacked. (Of course.) Just opened his duffel. He didn't have to root around. There wasn't much inside and he knew where every piece of it was. In short order, he'd pulled on the dry fatigues, slung the towel around his neck to put some barrier between his upper body and the air, and moved back to the 'fresher. He tapped unnecessarily on the ajar door, and passed the shirt and undershorts through. "I've never worn them. Fresh from Provisions."
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"I'll get the clothes," he said. "Cold draft in five… four…" He opened the door on zero. Sure enough, a chill swept through the 'fresher. He quickly stepped through and closed the door most of the way to keep more cold out.
He hadn't unpacked. (Of course.) Just opened his duffel. He didn't have to root around. There wasn't much inside and he knew where every piece of it was. In short order, he'd pulled on the dry fatigues, slung the towel around his neck to put some barrier between his upper body and the air, and moved back to the 'fresher. He tapped unnecessarily on the ajar door, and passed the shirt and undershorts through. "I've never worn them. Fresh from Provisions."