Oh thank fuck he remembers. That makes this easier. And it confirms a few things, or, well, almost confirms them. Close enough that she can credibly theorize. She struggles to her feet, taking his hand belatedly. "Good - thanks - good memory you got there," she says. "Mine's not what it used to be. You're a captain, I remember that much."

Now that she's upright and on her own feet, she can almost convince herself that everything's normal and she is fine.

"You can call me Iman," she says, looking around, absent and disjointed. "I'm reasonably certain I know where we are but I've been off-world for a while, I have to... confirm it." She takes an unsteady step away from him, beckoning roughly. "Come on. It's too cold to just wander around out here. Come with me."