Dr. Maher's lab's clean. Almost unused. She shifts nervously from foot to foot, visibly anxious. "I have something I need to tell you," she says. "There was some kind of mixup with the cryopod labeling. I'm...I'm not actually Dr. Maher. I shouldn't even be here. I should be on ice with the civ pop. Everyone I knew is dead. I can't even work these instruments right - please, you have to help me!" she implores. It's gonna be a long night.