The time was beginning to blend and blur, and as you shoved open the door of your cryopod, you huffed for air from the previous death. As you looked around the head of the ship, entirely quiet and dark aside from the hiss of Mark stepping out from his own pod, you attempted to grasp what kind of loops you were in this time. You paid no mind, knowing he'd likely need a second to catch his own breath. You stepped to the control panel, taking note of how it was dimmed as if the ship was powered down. The oxygen levels seemed to be fine, however, and the buttons worked as you tapped at the screen... Odd. You pressed to close the shield cover of the front window, just in case. However, as you watched it shut, you caught a glimpse of your reflection, and the stubble that had grown. Shit. Normally you kept your face clean-shaven, finding it makes you look much more professional than you did with facial hair. Oh well, in this hell-loop, the slightly disheveled look could be forgiven.

"You alright, Cap?" Mark asked as he placed a hand on your shoulder. "You seem— Uhm... Uh,"

He stammered, quickly trailing off as he visibly looked over your face, taking in the different look. Recovering as fast as he could, though, he blinked harshly, averting his eyes to the control panel.

"In thought..." He mumbled, hand leaving your shoulder to swipe through the controls. "Why's everything off?" He added the question quickly, changing his focus immediately.