Tam woke up to a horrifying lack of sound. Somehow, a lifetime of inborn vigilance broke through unconsciousness and kicked her into fight or flight before she'd even noticed her surroundings. However, in this case, her reflex wasn't fight or flight, it was 'find a pressure kit'. She couldn't hear fans, and that meant life-support was down. She had at best minutes to live without air recycling. 

For all the suddenness of the impulse, it wasn't panicked. Tamrapani flung herself towards where the air kit would be hung on her bulkhead. Of course, neither the kit nor the bulkhead were present, and she was for some reason sleeping way to close to the ground. She flailed against unexpectedly light gravity, one of her out-flung legs upending and actually cracking the solid oak of the bed-frame.

Her face quickly alerted her that this was not metal, there were no engines thrumming in the background, and she appeared to be planet side. The rest of her body got tired of being ignored and decided to let her in on the fact that it seemed to be one big bruise. She curled around a suddenly raging headache and cautiously peeked out one black eye.

"Oh god why. I don't remember drinking THAT much last night. Did I get in a fight with a family of gorillas? I don't remember that. Actually, last thing I remember someone threw the bulkhead at me. Which one of you ass-hats threw the engineering bulkhead!? We need that."

Somewhere in the middle of that rambling self-assessment, she noticed the bearded man regarding her with an amused expression. "And who's the old fuck?"