"Bianca, I need a weapon scan in here, stat. And I need-"<br/><br/>A woman's face broke through the white mist the pod was emitting. She looked to be in some sort of panicked state. It was far too late by the time he realized what was actually happening. Dwayne shut his eye instinctively and jerked his weapon away in time, but just. Fluid spewed from her. It was thick and more murky than clear. It spattered against the omniplex of his face shield. Had he not still been wearing his EVA suit, it might have covered his face completely. No good deed went unpunished.<br/><br/><i>Five Hells! That is fucken' disgusting!</i><br/><br/>"One plasma cell side arm currently in your possession. Also, a biological contaminant of unknown origin has been introduced into the airlock. Analysis forth coming. Lock down and decon protocols initiated." Bianca advised.<br/><br/>Dwayne stood, furious for having been puked on. A gloved hand wiped the thick fluid away from the omniplex so he could see. His vision was still a little murky. Dwayne tried flicking the nastiness away from his gloved fingers. Some of it flew. Most of it held on. The rest just sort of strung down toward the floor. He wanted to be angry, but the sheer absurdity of it all washed over him. Dwayne smiled a little. Then chuckled outright.<br/><br/>"What. The fuck. Is. This. Nasty. Ass...gunk you've slimed me with?" Dwayne bellowed.<br/><br/>In hind sight he realized his first question probably should have been her name. In that moment, a shipboard biological hazard of unknown origin seemed the most pressing.<br/><br/>“<b>You’re not Elder Srinivasan.”</b><br/><br/>The sound of her voice and her observation sobered both the anger and the humor all at once. She'd just woken up and she'd been expecting to be greeted by someone. Someone that certainly wasn't Dwayne. He wasn't Elder Srinivasan. And unless there was another pod he somehow missed, Elder Srinivasan had been a vacuum desiccated corpse centuries before Dwayne had ever drawn his first breath.<br/><br/>By his best guess, the drifting wreck outside the airlock had been on a silent voyage for at least two hundred and fifty years. Give or take some decades here and there. And until Bianca was able to decrypt or even recover the ship's logs, there was no way to know what her heading was when her engines went dark. Even with that information, there was no telling as to when they'd put this woman under. Cold, naked, trembling and very much alone; Whoever she was, she was in damn lonely place. And as soon as Dwayne opened his mouth, it was only going to get worse. He holstered his weapon and pulled a spare EVA suit from one of the cabinets inside the airlock with his clean hand. He got an unintentional eye full of her assets. Once she figured out she was naked in front of a complete stranger, it would likely complicate matters further. He reached down to hand her the vacuum packed EVA suit.<br/><br/>"Put this on. It won't fit well, but it has environmental seals and it'll keep you warm. My name's Dwayne. Tell me yours. And tell me about the last day you remember."<br/><br/>He was careful not to mention Srinivasan's name. Dwayne was desperate to control the narrative here. He needed her focused on the present. Once the conversation turned to the past and how everybody she'd ever know was probably dead, her psychology would be a questionable hot mess. There were far too many unknown variables. Somebody had gone to great lengths to make sure she survived in stasis. Dwayne needed to know why.