The number painted onto her pod was 01, but the blonde woman was the third to wake up. Her head was drooped to once side and her arms hung limply at her side, her chest rising and falling steadily with unconscious breathe. A distant sentence was spoken. The sound broke the silence, sliking it's way into the pod and causing her unconscious, relaxed face to furrow her eyebrows in confusion and pain. Her eyes fluttered open to reveal blue irises that were glazed over with the film of disorientation.

Groggily scanning her environment to reveal a claustrophibic interior of some kind of pod. Trapped. Trapped? Instantly a shock of panic rushed through her veins, and escaping was her next priority. Her hands quickly and sporadically palmed the dark interior of the pod, looking for a way out. 

"H-hey, what's going on?" She said out loud. 

"Hello?" Her hands found the handle. Pushing it forward, nothing happened, she slid it to the left, nothing happened. Not thinking clearly, still disoriented, it took her a few unfortunate seconds to realize the obvious solution of pulling it the direction where the painted arrow indicated.

With a hiss of equalizing pressure, the door slid open. Now as light and rain began to pour in, the blonde realized that it wasn't the door handle that felt strange and smooth, it was the material covering her hands, her arms, her entire body except for her face. Now the suit was getting a little wet with rain. To her, this pod was no shelter. Quickly finding the seat belt keeping her restrained, the blonde stumbled out into the lonely dark. Her mind had not even begun processing all of the information as her first task was to merely get out of the pod and evaluate the danger.

The rain pattered onto the top of her just above shoulder-length hair, kept in place with a black band. Instinctually, she pulled up a hood that she hadn't realized was there without a second thought. Her feet were not uncomfortable in the wet grass- the suit had special in-built boots, apparently. The entire suit was a mixture of purple, white, and black, and was extremely form fitting; save for the hood.

"Hello?" She said, looking around, making out two pods and two other people, talking. 

"Hey, hey- I need help...I...was trapped in this pod," She went silent as she tried to briefly summarize her story to hopefully helpful strangers. Only except she couldn't find anything. No reason to why she was in the pod, how long, who put her there...and most troubling of all, not even a name. Not even her own name.

Putting a hand up to her forehead, the blonde made a very worried noise and zoned out.