Lycana is on the return flight back to earth from the moon, in a state of peaceful cryosleep. She's hanging in a seated harness, frozen into position.

Shhhhhhhhhhhhh, all of a sudden, the airtight seal opens.

Who's opened her compartment? That dastardly North Korean War Criminal, who else?

As oxygen rushes into her cryosleep chamber, NKWC carefully drapes an index finger onto her seatbelt and applies the slightest modicum of pressure.

The official he's brought mimes counting against the wall silently.

1....

2....