Diarmi wiped his mouth against the back of his hand. His throat burned from the sensation of vomiting. He'd never been put into deep freeze, and had to track down a member of another unit to learn what it was like. The difficulty in finding such a person to explain the experience to him now made a lot more sense. Even the person he'd talked to had failed to mention the vomiting, instead focusing on how stiff and sore the experience had left him. Diarmi could now sympathize, every muscle feeling pulled beyond limit with every move he made. Truly, calling the experience 'unpleasant' was like saying the planet they were trying to find was a bit odd.

The discomfort lingered as his brain began to process speech - a cheery good morning, and a complaint about the process. He inhaled, coughed on the bit of mucus that went down in the process, and cleared his throat. Even if he felt uncomfortable, it was better to pull himself together now than later.

"The AI, right? Can't imagine any of us being so cheerful after this." His voice held no bitter edge as he attempted to stretch. It still hurt to move a bit, yes, but that'd get worse, not better, if he didn't try to do something about it. He wasn't quite ready yet to actually stand, though. "Hey there. Don't think we really chatted before I joined everyone in the freezer." That was how it had been referred to by everyone who knew about the process, at least. "You make the trip alright?" As his brain began to focus, he surveyed the room and couldn't help but notice the units that hadn't opened. That seemed a bit odd, though it had been three years. Maybe they'd just need it looked at. He couldn't remember if there was an engineer with them or not - Diarmi was qualified for several tasks on the mission, but machine repair was not one of them, and he wasn't even going to try.