Cryo-Chamber

You are currently in the cryo-chamber, a room that holds all the cryo-pods. There's around thirty or so, all standing imposingly in rows of five. A cool blue light emanates through the thickly frosted over windows. There's an open pod in the fourth row; that's where you woke up.

There's a control console at the front of the room near the entrance where all the buttons and switches responsible for the keeping of the pods are located. Behind that are the confiscation lockers, where the personal effects of those in stasis are kept. {if cryo = 2}

Fax Panther rests against one of the cryo-pods, deep in thought, no doubt thinking of a plan. She gives you a nod when your eyes meet.{elseif cryo = 1}

There's also a slurry of flesh pooling before an open cryo-pod. The stench of thawed human flesh sickens you. You just hope nobody saw you- then your life and career might as well be over.{endif}

There's a distant, rhythmic clanging of metal on metal coming from further into the station.