Snippet #1089962

The first thing Angel noticed when she woke up was her splitting headache.
The second thing: her clothes were missing. That wasn't a comforting thought.
Back to the headache, though. After a moment, it dulled from a bomb test site to a manageable throb.
Then came the third thing. Where the he'll was she anyway?
Opening her eyes, she found herself looking out of fogged glass and into a darkened room. That wasn't too helpful.
Then the telltale whine of mechinery starting up. Lights flickered on. The glass slid back. A feminine, obviously computerized voice addressed her.
"Please exit your cryopod and proceed to the locker room for your personal effects."
It seemed as though things were making less sense by the second. But she had no better plan than to listen to what her 'host' said and get her 'personal effects.' hopefully those included clothes.

Too dissoriented to focus on her surroundings, Angel made for the only door she could find. Luckily, it led to what she was looking for.
The mechanic scanned the row of lockers until she found one marked 'A. Novacheck.' Thankfully, the locker contained a uniform. Not really her style, but beggers can't be choosers.
Nonchalantly, she looked up from her locker- only to see a guy about ten lockers down from her.
Snapping out of her daze immediately, Angel grabbed a towel and covered herself as quickly as possible. "What the hell are you doing in here!?"
Waking up in a cryo pod, running into a guy while naked. Definitely not her day.