(see previous)
Barb sends a heartbeat to Archie per protocol, her voice slightly gravelly from yelling at the newcomers and general irritants.

Archie's face lights up as bright as the console, as those are the only lights on from his 30 hour cryo-nap on his longest galactic hop yet.

"Archie here, L-038. Hey Barb... you're lucky I wasn't dreaming about Plythos-3 again!"

"Barbara present, 17 20 33. Good to hear your voice, Arch. I'm utterly grateful about your dreams 🙄 "

etc etc. :)