_Defrost protocol

She retched, the cloying cryostasis fluid was still clinging to her throat, like a bad hangover.

Every muscle in Helicity’s body felt stiff and unresponsive, the all-pervasive cold still stuck to her like Death.

The clonetechs who had revived her from her long sleep weren’t talkers, their faces behind bioprotection masks and their forms became formless in their voluminous hazmat suits.

She wondered for a moment how they even managed to operate the various machines and terminals with their bulky red gloves, they looked to be coated in rubber (though she was certain the material was far more advanced than that.)

While they were not unkind, the level of service out in low security space was a far cry from the pampering offered in more civil areas of the cluster.
After the initial checks had completed, one of the techs pressed a hypo into her hand and hurriedly ushered her to a dressing room. The fact that it was more like a hallway, with a second door opening up to the Capsuleer district of the station dispelled any illusion of further service.