<strong>Name</strong>: Eben Black<br/><strong>Rank</strong>: Engineer<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Cryo-Hold<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Kaptain Peter Simon<br/><br/>As soon as Eben slipped out of the tube-- seeming, to him, as if he'd just gotten situated in it-- he feel to his knees, and a strange smile started to form on his head. He felt as if though he was remembering thoughts and dreams of the journey, flashes of yellow and green trailing over his eyes between him in the real world while half-heard whispers rang out from somewhere behind him. Of course, this was impossible: one did not dream in cryo-sleep. Indeed, one was rather comatose, but Eben's reaction to the jump was unfortunately relatively debilitating.<br/><br/>He was delirious, and had the strange and beautiful sensations he felt as he reached a hand out towards the ceiling and flexed his fingers, scrutinizing each one with a smile on his face, he'd have been a certified schizophrenic. Thankfully, however, it would pass within a few hours... after which he'd be perfectly aware he'd been delusional. Now indeed he still was, but it<em>felt</em>so real to him as to be debilitating. Shaking his head a little to get the long, black matted hair out of his eyes he turned to face Captain Simon. Moving his hand from the light to the person, he raised one brow.<br/><br/>"Give a man a hand, mon capiton?" He had the leer of the shitfaced and the lean of the seasick, and wasn't about to stand in his own right too soon. He could see a third pod was already opened, but he couldn't remember who'd been in it-- it was just him, the captain, and the sleeps in the Cryo-Hold for the moment.