She's no expert on the carbon freezing process, but from what she's heard it's not exactly a pleasant process. She'd half expected to rescue him from a cell or some kind of torture chamber, but apparently he'd pissed off just the right amount of people to warrant an extra special capture.

She frowns as he starts to realize his vision's still lacking, digging into one of her pockets for a small flashlight and waving it in front of his face to check the response of his pupils. Nothing.

"Hibernation sickness," she mutters, pocketing the flashlight and sitting up a bit. "We need to get you back to your friends for treatment, make sure it doesn't get any worse. Can you stand?"