Boudoir Glamour Inc.

The sounds are funny/off. Like I have gel in my ears. When I cough out some slime it makes me shudder.

Far off, but getting loud are sounds and words.

Automated messages: "Unknown Substance Alert", "Warning", "Containment!"

The Ship AI is also speaking.

It wants me to wait for medical recovery sleds.

My space suit is close by. It ejected me by disconnecting at joints.

The rolling service drones arrive and load me and the pool of gel onto a flat cart.

By the time, the drone start moving a transparent containment bubble covers me like a lid.

I relax and breathe.

Something in my bones tells me.. I actually still have bones. Nothing about them is broken.