At first Bren couldn't understand where she was.  The casing around her was cool to the touch, but she herself felt uncomfortably warm.  Her head felt heavy, and the dim light seemed almost painful.  With a groan she recognized the symptoms of mild hibernation sickness.  Just what she as the navigation officer didn't need.  No one wanted a dizzy and aching woman to plot courses to unknown planets, and the effects could last anywhere from a few hours to a few days.  Massaging her temples for a moment, she turned to look at the display panel.<br/><br/>Her first glance showed that nothing was wrong with her or her vitals, so she should be fine to at least visually plot the courses for the collection droids, if not actually launch them yet.  But there was some piece of information that was not feeling right.  She again looked over the display.<br/>Sarah Brennen, body age 28<br/>5'7, 130 lbs<br/>heart rate, brain waves, blood oxygen all normal<br/>core body temperature slightly high, but within reason<br/>Time passed  since launch 35 years, 3 months, 8 days, 12 hours and 7 minutes<br/><br/>Aw shit, she thought, something's wrong and we haven't even made it half-way.  Pushing on the release button and taking a wobbly step out of her chamber, she began to make her way to the nav controls.