Lola-Layton

At first, blackness, well, not exactly blackness, kind of a grey, as it felt like forever, then, you begin to stir, vision slowly growing sharper at the center, as the unconciousness fades away, a bright light beaming down on you. A grey humanoid, with strange orange and yellow horns, places a tray containing hyposprays and other medical supplies, wearing a black, long-sleeve shirt with a strange-looking M on it. "Oh, you're awake. I was somewhat concerned that you would not regain consiousness. Your name..well, your callsign is Psi, right? I discovered your details from your identity card."