[blake]

Aldren lay still for several seconds and then pushed himself up into a standing position. He stood still for a few moments, staring at the ground and supporting himself on his cryo-pod, waiting for his vision to focus. When it finally came into perspective he looked up, leaning against the cryo-pod he reached up and removed his mask. He dropped the mask and grabbed his throat with one had as if he was choking but after a few short seconds he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He shook his head slightly and then took another look around the room, now able to balance more easily he staggered a few steps, with each step his posture changed and became more confident and natural.

After pacing carefully near his cryo-pod he again stood still, staring at his hand, flexing his narrow fingers to help remove the stiffness. He turned to examine his cryo-pod, looking at it for a good few minutes he stepped back and spoke, his voice was soft but very plain.

"Primitive cryo-technology."

Turning to look at the others, his every movement now looking more natural than his previous stagger, his back was straight and he looked more dignified now.

"Are there not meant to be guards here?"