Madison's roused from her drug induced stupor by the familiar sound of her watch alarm.  She grasps for the sound, and ends up grabbing her arm with the watch. She pulls roughly and smacks her self in the face.<span style="color: olive">"FUCK!"</span>She yells at the top of her voice.<br/><br/>Well she was awake now....<br/><br/>Lazily she rolls over, and slumps off the bed.  She searches her mind for whatever the fuck it was she was supposed to do...and then she's reminded of the fucking physical she had promised to take part in return for early access to the ship.<br/><br/>As much as she hated doctors...and fuck, she did,  she was a woman of her word....and well..she -needed - this job.<br/><br/><br/>She pulls her self up,looks in the tiny mirror above the sink, and notices she's blackened her own eye .<span style="color: olive">"Lovely..."</span>she grumbles ,her voice husky with sleep and the remnants of the stims. She sighs and heads down to the cargo hold, wondering if anyone is still there- she's fairly sure they will be , as the alarm that she had set was initially her backup set to go off a good half hour later.<br/><br/><br/>So still hazy from the painkillers, she stumbles down the hallway , bumping into the walls now and there. She  rubs the back of her neck as she waltzes in to the cargo hold like she owns the place,she stares at the well built human male - he had to be the source of the yelling from before. Then looks around to the other faces. She says noting, just leans against a wall, waiting to get this crap over with.<br/><br/>She watches the lithe male come out of the room and address the human male.  Her brow arches at his statement......<br/><br/>When the lithe male she assumes is an android walks back into the other room she looks up at the human male and arches her brow.<span style="color: olive">"Did that thing just order you to fuck something?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>