The cold of the cryo pod was not something that Taylor felt, at least not at the moment. If it were the case that it was being fueled by heat, then the cold would have been a pain like no other. Not only that, but it would have sapped that thermal energy from its very essence, draining it down until Taylor withered and died. However, since it was electricity that Lorne's scientists had been feeding it before they departed the tower, the cold was nothing more than a...conspicuous presence against the pulsating essence of its physical body. 

Unlike the other, more Human paras, the cryo pod did not cease, or even diminish its consciousness. All it did was to lock its physical body in place. The energy field that comprised the other half of Taylor's essence was still every bit as active as usual, fueled by electromagnetic energy. Taylor was not entirely sure if Lorne understood this from their tests and research, but as long as the pod proved an effective means of transportation, it supposed that would not matter to them. Although, once the transport was attacked and the power to the pod was interrupted, it stopped being nearly so effective. 

All that Taylor needed was for the pod to warm up just enough so that its body could move again. The crash, as forceful as it was, had not done much to Taylor. Even if it did not have the pod to protect it, it was not as if its body had organs to jostle around and damage. For some, this kind of situation might have been exciting, or terrifying, but Taylor had an odd calm about it. While it was awaiting its body to be able to move again, it had a few musings running through its mind. Was this a rescue meant to save them, or an attack meant to end them? It supposed either result would be an improvement over the suffering it had been forced to endure. 

Once the pod was cut open, Taylor was able to climb out into the back of the transport, though with no particular hurry to its movements. By the time it was free, it saw a gaunt, sickly woman nearby, doing something to the bodies of two guards. It was as if she was consuming them, much as Taylor would consume a fire. Distasteful as it may have been, Taylor also did not care. The guards served Lorne. From its pod, it had seen that there was another who had cut it free from its prison, though it had not been able to get too good of a look at him. 

In any case, Taylor elected to step out of the back of the transport onto the road at an almost leisurely pace. It was not too concerned about events around it, instead turning its many glowing eyes up towards the sky. The open sky...it was something it had not seen for months. Not since it had been Human. It almost seemed brighter than Taylor remembered it.