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Stephen steps out of the pod, rubbing his aching missing kidney wounds as he looks around, drying off and dressing before wandering off to a bathroom, his finger turning into a razor so he could trim the stubble that had begun to form, starting work on a young goatee that was little more than a grey shadow where it would grow in as of current. Once the grooming was complete (some of which was spared from you so as to avoid getting the thread edited by mods) Stephen's finger changes back and he steps out in a clone uniform which had been roughly his size, his clothes having most likely been shredded or otherwise unavailable to him at the point in time, much to the chagrin of the previous owner.