Luisa looked at Eric somewhat dumbfounded.  She opened her mouth a couple of times to speak and found that words failed her.<em>Had he suffered cyro-amnesia? Had he been banged around that he was still confused? Why didn't he recognise her? They spent considerable time together training and drilling...</em>Luisa shook her head, as if trying to clear a fog that shrouded her ability to think clearly.<br/><br/>"Eric, I'm Luisa...Luisa Ravenstein.  We're on the same team, remember?" Luisa paused as he pulled on some shorts, her eyes involuntarily drifting to his crotch...<em>Hmmm, nice cock...Luisa! Stop it! God knows how many are dead and you're thinking about cock?!?</em>Luisa mentally scolded herself.  Looking Eric in the eye, she spoke in as a calm voice as she could muster, "Listen Eric, I think someone is hurt and they are trapped down there..." Luisa pointed to where she thought she'd heard the cry for help and now seemed like someone was singing...badly.<br/><br/>She spotted a large torsion wrench lying on the floor, obviously having spilled from one of the storage lockers.  She saw a crowbar lying nearby and indicated that Eric should pick it up.  "Come on! If there is a chance of saving someone from this mess, we should do everything we can."<br/><br/>Without looking back to see if Eric was following her, Luisa started moving through the corridor towards the male voice that was singing...a situation that struck her as ludicrous.