Suddenly the light is tolerable, the visor compensating for it. He blinks a few times and slowly starts to sit up. He feels like it should hurt more, since he's just essentially had brain surgery, but he feels fine. A little bit of a headache but nothing too bad.

The voice sounds different enough outside his head that it takes him a moment to place it. He stares at the hologram, at York. Dressed in armour. He's not sure why an AI feels like they need armour but it's familiar at least.

"York?"