Nyx woke up before she understood what room she was in, which was fine, because the room was not the relevant variable.
She found Proxy on the floor near the terminal before she had fully waking up, and the part of her that had the compass had already confirmed the direction before her eyes had adjusted to the light.
She moved to him and had her hands on his face.
He was breathing. Pulse present. Nothing visibly wrong with him that the hands-to-face check could find.
She tilted his head left, then right. Checked the collar. Ran her thumb across his lips.
The room looked the same as it had before. The surgical lighting was fine. The terminal was dark. Jinx was on the floor near the instrument rack.
Nyx ignored Jinx and redirected her attention to the task of getting Proxy conscious, which she accomplished by pinching his cheeks and pulling until he made a response.
He made a sound.
"There you are," she said.
