Looking at the cuts on her arm, Ellen was glad that they weren't bleeding like crazy. Though they could open up again without the aid of gauze or other first aid materials. She looked about the room, looking for a box that held these types of equipment. She then heard a shuffle on the other side of the room, maybe even a glimpse of movement entering. Leaving the pair to talk to each other, she turned and looked down the rows of lockers. At the other side of the room, a tall figure stood in front of a sink, seemingly washing himself off. In the corner of her eye, she saw a locker with her name on it. Keeping the person in her view, she opened the locker and removed the contents. She hadn't been in here personally, putting her belongings in the locker. She actually was late on the day and was in a rush to get into cryo. She gave all of her property to a cryo tech, who said was putting it into a locker reserved for her. So this was it?<br/><br/>She pulled out her jumpsuit, colored in the same color as the one she was wearing now. She undressed herself of her current jumpsuit, tossing it on a bench nearby, and donned her own. She still kept the sleeves tied around her waist, thinking with just the fabric running over her cuts, she may start to bleed again. Also in the locker was her holopad, which looked pretty much intact, save for a tiny crack in the viewscreen. She placed the holopad in one of the pockets provided and approached the figure at the end of the row of lockers she was at. He was still there washing himself, which told Ellen that he was either a clean freak or was filthy with blood or dirt. Not wanting to startle the tall man, his stature actually dwarfing Ellen's height, she greeted him. "Hello?" she asked.