After a long trip in a transport ship's Silo Pod, you roll out onto a conveyor belt. You groaned, a groggy, burbling noise as the conveyor propelled you through the station's medical pavilion. You smacked your lips together, grimacing at the overwhelming taste of blueberries (it's not bad, but it was always overpowering for a week after these trips). Eventually, the conveyor slowed to a halt to keep you from suddenly lurching forth and becoming a slow-rolling boulder. All you could see from this angle was the metallic walls and a small lens aimed straight on at you. As you recovered and your roiling fruity contents settled from momentous sloshing, you could hear the tapping of an interface, likely the nurse at her console.