Valerine woke.<br/>There were aches and tiredness and general discomfort, but none of that was important.<br/>She was dressed in little more than a top that was indistinguishable from a sports bra and a pair of rather short shorts, but in the controlled atmosphere of a spacecraft she would have been comfortable wearing nothing. In fact the only reason she was dressed at all was because she'd been told to, and she did what she was told.<br/>That wasn't important.<br/><br/>Neither, for the moment, were the greetings she heard. Te voice was not the one she needed and, who cared that her leg gave a little wobble as she pulled herself out of her pod the moment she'd woken? Again, not important.<br/><br/>What was important was that one of the pods was still closed when she woke, which meant that she would get to watch<em> her </em>wake up.<br/>Once settled in place to do exactly that, she spared the others that had awoken a brief glance, her gaze it's usual cold flatness, and her voice just the same.<br/>"Yes. Good morning."