A female face

Like an angel from the heavens you can make out the indistinct features of a female face through the frost. There is a soft hiss and you realize the seal on your pod has been unlocked. The gel harness relaxes and you start as the pod cover suddenly lifts upwards and exposes you to the ships air. You try to sit up and are overcome with a wave of nausea. Struggling to keep in your recent nutrients you give yourself a slow shake before attempting again.

With slightly more grace than a beached whale you extract yourself from the pliable confines of your stasis pod. Fortunately you did so on the far side of whomever released you and so can retain a sliver of self-respect. This has certainly not been a good day.

Giving yourself a final careful shake to acclimate, you briefly glance around and notice a surprising amount of amber warning lights among the other pods. The ache in your hand starts to grow as you slowly lean around the pod cover to find your rescuer.

She is female, that is for certain. A short summation springs into your thoughts as you look her furtively over.