York's vision swims for a long moment before it clears enough for her to see his face. Fuck. Alien? What? Wait -- she remembers him. The salarian doctor. She can't remember his name. Morgan? Something like that. It's not her biggest concern right now. She coughs and takes the glass of ice chips with an unsteady hand. Her fingers feel numb, but she manages to lift it to her lips and shake a little bit of ice into her mouth.

"What happened?" she croaks, as soon as she can get her voice to work. Her lips still feel numb, and the words come out clumsy. It's not even the best question to ask -- she remembers what happened, sort of, but she doesn't know what the status is. There's too many drugs in her system, too much grogginess, to assess the situation. "Hey -- 'm I gonna die?"