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Distinctly, feels the fall. Dumped into her chair by a flux in gravity... or jerked awake suddenly. She reaches to a chilled area on her chin and wipes away a significant amount of drool. Nope, wasn't gravity issues.
A moment to re-orient to date, time, place, situation.
Sigh. 19% fuel left, a hearty chunk of sleep indeed. Standing, she began working the kinks and sore areas of her frame that had been assaulted by what could barely pass as furniture. The manual even advised turning gravity off and using the securing hooks on either the port or starboard sides of the ship, for sleeping.
She preferred the gravity however, often the floor would do as well as the chair.
Heading unchanged. Resume searching for more.... light? Star, flicker, glow, wtf ever.
Ship?