"It's an exotic spice," you pipe up.
"What was that?" she asks.
"Uh...a spice?" you repeast.
"Yes," she says, "we are here for a spice. You weren't supposed to know that, though." Everybody onboard knows what that means, and all of them reach for the nearest firearms to train on you. "Looks like we got us a spy. Brain gets a little sloppy out of the cold sleep, doesn't it?"
"But," you begin, "I didn't...I mean I wasn't..." You're struggling for the words, but what even made you say anything about spices? You're innocent but also can't defend yourself.
"Let's throw out the trash," your commander says. You think you know what that means. When they throw you in the airlock, you know. By the time you're freezing in space, it's too late.