Another month, another jump; strange how routine can make anything seem normal. Though normal or not, coming out of the Tranquility's grav couches is still unpleasant, still leaves her feeling knock kneed and weak through her limbs, still has her gagging from the removal of the breathing tube.
She spends a few seconds orienting herself in space and then clambers to her feet in the slick puddle of fluids ejected from the stasis pod along with her. With a hand to the pod to steady herself, Shepard takes a moment to asses her own body (it's a habitual check list) and then shoves off. She heads down the long row of grav couches, past familiar and unfamiliar faces and toward the med bay and showers.
God, the promise of hot water sounds good right about now.
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She spends a few seconds orienting herself in space and then clambers to her feet in the slick puddle of fluids ejected from the stasis pod along with her. With a hand to the pod to steady herself, Shepard takes a moment to asses her own body (it's a habitual check list) and then shoves off. She heads down the long row of grav couches, past familiar and unfamiliar faces and toward the med bay and showers.
God, the promise of hot water sounds good right about now.