He would make sure of that. Disabling the temperature receptors in his skin and rugging up against the subzero chill just wasn’t the same thing as being warm right through.At the end of the bath he would be clean—really clean. Although nanos were supposed to take care of that, their efforts were ineffective at best. They left his face feeling oily and his joints gritty. The combination was unpleasant; every time he rubbed his eyes, he felt as though they were being sandpapered.His body wasn’t meant to need cleaning or heating, but that didn’t stop his desire for it. Even though technically he had never experienced either before, he still missed them, nonetheless.Finally, the bath would be peaceful.He bent to check the seals one last time.“You really are crazy,” said a voice from over his shoulder.He didn’t need to turn to know who the voice belonged to. “Here to gloat, are you, Cleo?”Cleo Samson, the mission’s organic chemist, laughed softly. “You should know me better than that, Peter.”
