In no time flat, Anders was at his clothes, tugging them on, trying to get his balls warm before the froze off.
This was nearly too much. Experiments with needles and scalpels were one thing, social experiments were another. Anders had his fill of social experiments when it came to testing a new life in the fleet. He'd tried living with all the crap on New Caprica. Even being married to Kara seemed like an experiment in enduring pain.
All life after Caprica's bombing seemed a bit unreal. As if being a pro athlete wasn't enough of a dream.
These things all rushed through his head as he tugged on his pants and shirt, quickly followed by his shoes for his cold feet.
{{OOC: you guys go for it, I'll hop back in once they're done out there.}}