She's just as much a stranger to him as he is to her, which probably means she's one of the newer arrivals. Anyone who's been here as long as him, 76 would have at least seen in passing at some point.

"The Natha," he says with a one-armed shrug. "The story they tell us is that everyone still in the pods has to heal from wounds left by the Storm before they can be woken up."

He leans in, just enough to get a good look at the sleeping face in the pod that she'd been speaking to. A middle-aged man, nothing too remarkable about him. Her father or uncle, maybe?

"He doesn't look particularly injured to me, though."