Chris. His voice, the press of his fingers against her skin. Little lifelines, drawing her back to the surface. Fingers press against her skin, and she curls her fingers around his, instinctively. Holding onto him as she struggles through the lingering sedatives in her system, heartrate and breathing rising. Her last memory was…

She wakes with a ragged gasp, eyes fluttering open. Is she – she has to be, she’s alive and breathing and they know all too well that the Gorn don’t leave their incubators that way, but there’s still that moment of panic as she’s in that moment between sleep and being fully awake. She makes another pained sound,

“Chris?” Marie’s groggy, and still struggling to wake up, but she’s awake enough to be aware and blinking up at him, even if she’s not quite to the being fully focused and coherent point.