When his vision and full use of his brain functions returns, he looked around at the place once more. No one was alive. There were no survivors, at least not in that room. It was a big ship though, so he would do well to look around. He managed to stand, remaining still for a moment as the feeling poured back into his flash frozen legs. Dragging his small oxygen tank along with him, he made his way to the emergency oxygen line in the walls. He could tell that it was just about empty when his breathing became a bit more difficult. He inhaled deeply as he filled up his tank, the fresh air cascading into his lungs.<br/><br/>Slowly, but surely, regaining a bit more of his strength, he walked, no, glided, over to the chamber door that would lead him to the grav lift. Pereing through the window in the door, he noticed a girl on the other side of the door. Had she not been hooked up to a tank, he might have considered her an enemy and perhaps the culprit of the mess he'd woken up in. Slowly, and cautiously, he opened the door to let her in, panting a bit from the strength it took. He wasn't completely prepared to defend himself, but it didn't seem as though she was either.<br/><br/>He gazed at her for a moment, taking in her features. His mind wanted him to speak, but his throat still wasn't ready for it. He choked and coughed a bit, rather than speaking his words. He switched the oxygen tank to produce the vapor in order to help warm up his throat a bit. He gestured for her to come closer. So far, she was the only there surviver that he knew of and he wanted to know what she knew.