[  cryosleep is over. the outside world is blaring wildly and thrusting her awake.

this was not what makima emerwen had expected when it was her turn to work, but at least there had been enough preparation to be ready for most skews in the grand planning of things. despite the terrible aches and heavy resistance in her still stirring body, she eventually thrusts past her senses to pull herself through the low gravity containment and into the recovery suite— discipline, and something about following the designanted rules would lead her to getting situated. and less nauseous, of course.

she wondered, were the voices of those calling her in all sorts of ways— excitement, shock, fear, puppy-like elatedness— miss makima— had she dreamed during the short period of thawing before being thrown into emergency sirens? it was highly unlikely, but thinking such felt more wishful. she had quite missed dreaming, now that she thought about it.

the auburn haired, slender elheen woman in a white suit was about as pale as the color of her sector. she could barely stand on her own, and decides it best to sit rather than force her time in the revival room. she was cold, but nothing felt colder than the wrongness of the alarms. it's obvious that something is wrong. it's obvious that the crew needs them.

before long, makima is dawning her long white coat and gear, finding her glasses and scanning the turmoil, doubt, and fear on the faces of her crewmates. she keeps her hearing at attention; any clue to what is happening will do.

the stench of disinfectant burns her inner nostrils, causing a kink on the bridge of her nose, but brief as ever once she's settled her sights on . . . you. oh, you. makima smiles sympathetically, and offers a friendly opening when she says: ]

Come, now. One step at a time.

[ there's a lot going on. ]

[  having no small, loose objects in her living and working quarters for just such an occasion, makima doesn't need to do much. other than secure he tablet in the correct compartment, she is free to appreciate the galaxy's imprint on the universe outside. if one seeks her out for her professional time, she'll be in her office, a cozy and sitting in front of a spherical window in the hallway. ]

It has its own beauty, doesn't it? [ L3TH3 has already sounded the fall to the holodecks, she's on her way, surely— but her golden eyes stay fixed onto the mix and swirls of nebula outside. ] I just wanted a look before it's gone.

[ if you'd prefer to see her within the holodecks, she'll be there for anything that you need. the white of her attire names what she is, and the tranquility in the space she's chosen of a lush green meadow is perfect for a chat, if you're needing. most, if not all creatures trapped within the isolation of deep space need it. guidance to sort out your feelings and stay healthy. ]

I won't bite if you decide to sit with me.

[ she plays, tender and delighted by the company she could aid. the flash of her teeth is angelic, even etheral. inviting. why don't you sit? ]

There's much to talk about, isn't there?