Norm slides wetly out of his pod, collapsing into a disgruntled heap on the floor. He's wet and so very, very naked--when the heck did he get this much skin? is it humanly possible to have such a vaste expanse of flesh? oh god this is so humiliating--and so he clamps two hands firmly over his man-bits and waddles forward. You'd think hanging around the Na'vi would get these hangups to go away, but apparently some things were ingrained.

All he can see around him are masses of people, some still in pods, some walking around like him, covered in green slime, some hiding for modesty's sake, some not. No familiar faces so far, and that's really all he can dazedly compute at this very moment. If he tries to grasp more than that, he might seriously freak out. So for now--one thing at a time. He has to keep walking. Go up the stairs. Find the 'other people'.

Norm is having a Bad Day.