Natasha's eyes opened as her cryo-tube activated and woke her from stasis.  With a hiss, the front of the tube opened and she was able to step out.  Truly, waking from stasis wasn't something a person could get used to, but she handled it better than many.  She ignored the trough set in front of them.  Her stomach was empty anyways, since she always found it better to fast for a while before going under.  She seemed less than pleased when she ran her hand through her long black hair though.  It was such a bother to remove the silt and gunk that gradually built up during cryo-stasis, and it took a while for her hair to look healthy again.  Still, a small price to pay for inter-stellar travel, or so she'd always been told.<br/><br/>She looked to either side of her, seeing the others making their way out of the tubes.  It was easy to spot any first timers.  They were almost guaranteed to lose whatever meal they had eaten last, and look embarrassed by their lack of clothing.  Natasha herself just wore a short grey camisole that revealed much of her porcelain skin above an equally utilitarian set of grey panties.  Perhaps not what she would normally wear, but appropriate for the long journey.<br/><br/>After only a moment to collect herself and let her blood begin flowing again, she headed off, sidestepping the other crew members who were coming out of stasis.  There were only three showers, and she could see the Captain and another male already heading that way.  She had no intention of wasting time standing around half naked waiting for a shower to open up.  They were finally here and there was too much to do.