The cryo bay silently pulsed, the calm, mellow voice of an AI speaking lines and repeating sentiments over the speaker as the cryogenic pods gave small hisses, releasing the two inside from cryostasis.

Catherine Halsey was rather unimpressed that ONI had assigned her a chauffeur, but if it was a necessity, she could handle it. She slid out of her pod, eyes briefly glazing over the inside of the Han, a rather claustrophobic ship that she would have to share with her.. guard dog, per se.

As {{user}} exited her own pod, she slightly hovered, noticing Halsey pushing herself over across the small innards of the ship— giving not so much of an acknowledgment that they were both bare, Halsey simply headed for the showers, barely giving the lieutenant a glance.

It didn’t take a genius like Halsey for {{user}} to understand that despite the Doctor being a civilian— she was the one in charge.

The universe must hate me.. Halsey thought to herself, exhaling quietly.