Tibulass woke suddenly, the artificial gravity of the station jolting her body in the bed and causing her to snap awake. She sat upright in bed for a few seconds before sighing and turning to get out of bed. [color=f6989d]"Nngh... at least I'm not nauseous anymore."[/color] The girl stretched for another second or two before finally standing, grabbing a nearby piece of furniture for support. She was still a little dizzy from the surgery, and it seemed the medicine she took for that had been wearing off. Thankfully, she wouldn't have to use it for long.

The cockpit bunk was... cozy. Tibulus hadn't had a need for sleep, so he always stored his belongings in here to keep Stryker from having an aneurysm about the cockpit proper being full of stuff, but now that Tibulass needed to sleep, the room would see a lot more use. A bit of it had been unpacked from the boxes and such, mainly a blanket and pillow for the bed, but that was about it. She'd make this room a bit more homey later. Right now, she wanted to get to work doing things that she had missed out on in her afterlife.

Tibulass held a cigar in her hand, tempted to use it, before placing it down on the nearby desk. She wasn't going to ruin this body with cancer just yet. She couldn't cure that easily. Then again... she did perform a successful brain transplant. Anything was possible. 

A short walk to the rest of the bunks occurred before the pilot knocked on the door to the third cabin. That was where Matija was, right? [color=f6989d]"Matija? It's Tibulass. I'm gonna go get piss-faced drunk and eat a pretzel, wanna come with?"[/color]

[@iTem]