Stel felt the warmth of life once again for the first time in fifteen years, almost five-eighths of her waking lifespan, gone just like that. Dreamless sleep, if it could be called that, had stolen away so much time. The first thing to come to her mind as she groggily stirred from her pod was that she really wasn't going to be seeing her loved ones again. Not unless they happened to turn right around and go back, and that wasn't likely. 

She already didn't like being here; the air tasted strange, the lights were too bright, and the artificial gravity felt [i]off[/i] somehow. Perhaps it was due to her hibernation, but the influx of senses all being different than she expected threw her for a loop for several minutes before she finally planted her feet outside of the pod. She was likely one of the last ones out. A techy looked over at her and she gave him a thumbs up, a signal that he had done his job of waking her correctly, if not very personably.

A voice was resounding through the ship to follow the post-hibernation routine... What was that again? Stel was having trouble remembering. Luckily there seemed to be instructions on what to do posted on signs leading towards the showers and lockers. Standing to keep her balance for a few moments, she finally built up the courage to move over to the showers and begin the arduous task of satisfying her mind in terms of cleanliness while not taking far too much time to be acceptable. Her locker contained a standard flight suit, but it fit just fine and was just comfortable enough to not cause problems. She also grabbed one of the two PDAs in there, a perfect fix for her forgetfulness. After checking a picture of her family to help reassure her, she opened up a simple checklist of "To Do" items on waking up. Get out of the pod? Check. Shower? Check. Grab PDA? Check. Eat? Well, not yet. She looked around at the signs to find her way to the mess hall, grabbing some food and sitting at one of the few empty tables. 

Unfortunately it seemed that she was missing out on the opportunity to mingle with her fellow pilots, not that she had much interest in it considering their age gaps, and furthermore found that she didn't like the taste of an MRE, or at least the one she had chosen. Then again, she figured that nobody probably actually [i]liked[/i] MREs. That wasn't the point of them, after all. Still, she could hear the other pilots talking, and sat for a moment trying and failing to remember their names. Still, she gave a slight wave to those facing her.