Silence was broken by the eerie chirp of computers announcing those awaking from stasis. Blair flicked her eyes up to the screen, checking vitals and computer readings on the conditions of her comrades and those just hitching a ride, before she stretched out her long legs and came to a stand. The medic had waken from stasis just the day before; allowing her body to burn through the chemicals and her mind to become fully alert, should an individual have a negative reaction to waking and her services were required. It happened; rarely, but you had to be prepared for these things. Not that she altogether minded; puking in front of everyone hadn’t ever been high on her list of ‘fun-things-to-do’.<br/><br/>Castor reached the end of the hall and chose to lean in the doorframe with her arms crossed at her chest. She stood far enough out of the way that she wouldn’t be in anyone’s path, but close enough to watch everyone’s reactions and swing in if she was needed. So far the reactions were as anticipated; no one was bleeding out of the eyes, wielding a blade and screamed with unconditional madness. No one was shitting out their guts. Or puking up blood. Or stopped breathing all together.<br/><br/>Maybe it was going to be a boring mission?<br/><br/>With an inward sigh, Blair pushed away from the wall and moved to the empty pods. Clever and quick fingers reprogrammed the machines free of their charge, but would wait until the last two were cleared before approaching. Safety first and all of that. Or maybe she didn’t want to risk getting puked on. “Save room for desert; I’ve got inoculations for everyone. Try to contain your excitement.”