The statis tube obeys the demands of gravity and drops to what was the bulkhead but is now the deck.  Rolling along, it comes to a jarring halt...and pops open, releasing a cloud of vapor.  Coughing and growling, a spiky haired figure sits up out of the tube.<br/><br/>"What the...where am I?  There was that party..."<br/><br/>The figure, by now visible and all too obviously female, runs a hand through her spiky hair.<br/><br/>"Oh, great!  Bounty hunters must've slipped me a mickey!  But where...?"<br/><br/>She shivers.<br/><br/>"Oooooo!  Who left the air conditioning on?"<br/><br/>Straightening up and brushing bits of plastisteel statis tube off of her skinsuit, she floats up out of the wreckage and goes looking for an exit.