Kijani groaned low as she was suddenly aware of the world again. Her first instinct was to yawn and stretch, and she did so. The surprise came after, as she realized she could, in fact, stretch freely without the weight of cuffs and chains. "...hmm..." She rolled her tongue, dislodging a tiny ball of real mint from the corner of her mouth. Cyrosleep always made one's breath smell awful, and she wasn't going to have that. Fresh breath could mean the difference between a successful bribe or a failed attempt. Chewing lightly, she waited until her eyes adjusted to being open again, and she looked around her cell. It was empty, save for her. 

"Interesting..." She murmured to the air as she smoothed her handmade, red silk suit and adjusted her tie. Plucking a few seeds from the pocket beneath the golden tie, she let a few tiny vines start to grow from between her fingers. They blossomed, letting out a few tiny buds and getting thicker, until they had wound their way around most of her hand, like a thick, living glove. "This has to be some kind of trick." With her free hand, she arranged her thick dreadlocks into a neat knot at the back of her neck. Trick or no, she didn't go anywhere without looking the best that she possibly could. Once she peeked in the shiny metal wall of the ship and determined herself passable, she took a few hesitant steps into the hall. Her golden eyes scanned for movement as she wondered just what in the universe was going on.