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[Saturday is sitting up in an infirmary cot, swaddled in bandages - including her throat.  The tablet is hovering in front of her, near her head, and her heavily bandaged hands are obscured in her lap.  She's focusing fiercely on whatever she's got there, and appears to be typing.

In a moment, the distorted voice of Alexa reads out what she's trying to say.  The speakers on the table are just good enough to hear it, though it sounds reverb-y and echoed.]

 Hey.  Just wanted to join the sickposting club.  It's really fucking boring here -

[The robotic way Alexa breaks 'fucking' into two distinct syllables briefly cracks her up]

 - and I can't talk or even use my hands that much.  Also Alexa keeps correcting my grammar.  Doctor says I am gonna heal up though, one hundred percent.  So, what did I miss?  And does anyone wanna come keep me company?

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[greyerrant]

It would be my honor to stop by, if you would like to see me.

[ Lokens eyes are a little squinted, as though worried about her.]

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[Typitytype type type.]

SURE THING MAN I JUST ASKED FOR PEOPLE TO DROP BY IT IS BORING AS *beep* IN HERE.

[greyerrant]

[ Loken, in his ragged, barely fitting overalls arrives shortly thereafter, looking down at young lady, grey eyes not revealing much, his expression as usual stoic and, well, covered in scars. ]

I'm glad you are alive. [ He ventures. ]

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[Saturday looks up, and up some more, once again nonplussed by the incredible bulk of the Space Marine. Her fingers move slowly over the keyboard; she's keeping them on the board itself, making her movements as small as possible. Alexa doesn't read until she's finished typing - and when she does, she does so in a weirdly robotic voice.]

ME TOO CHUMMER.

[Type, type. Slow and careful.]

SO HOW ARE THINGS GOING?

[She can also see that, she's not alone here, but it's a request for detail as much as confirmation.]

[greyerrant]

"The culprit is not dead yet. I expect that to change shortly."

Loken says, rather bluntly, looking over Saturday's wounds.

"I am glad to know you will fully recover without augmeti... ah, cybernetics, I suppose would be the present name."

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TECHNOLOGY AND I DON'T GET ALONG SO ANY WARE THEY PUT IN ME WOULD MALFUNCTION ANYWAY.

[She shrugs, eloquently.]

BUT IT WAS MOSTLY JUST STAB WOUNDS AND MY SPEAKER TUBE IS BUSTED. NO SIGNIFICANT NERVE DAMAGE SO JUST WAITING FOR THINGS TO HEAL. I WISH THEY HAD LIKE A VAT THEY COULD POP ME IN SO I COULD BE FIT FOR THE HUNT BUT IF THE BITCH IS NOT DEAD BY THE TIME I AM CLEARED WE WILL HAVE BIGGER PROBLEMS PROBABLY.

[greyerrant]

Rest, on my honor this shall be dealt with shortly.

[ And brutally, but Saturday doesn't need to know how psychotically angry someone hurting his rigmates made him. ]

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GOOD. DO NOT FUCK AROUND. THERE IS NOT ANYTHING IN THERE EXCEPT WHAT SHE WAS MADE TO DO WHICH IS MURDER. IF SHE IS NOT AN ENEMY THEN SHE IS A COUSIN OR CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND.

[Somehow, she communicates the capital-e in Enemy even through the tinny robot voice.]

I DO NOT THINK SHE HAS FREE WILL OR REASON LIKE WE DO.

[greyerrant]

No mercy, no remorse. I can do that.

[ Oh boy he sure can. ]

I'll talk to Guts about it, he seems... to have a kindness about him that could endanger him. [ Nah garvi he's just better adjusted than you ]

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Saturday is already starting to type, with agonizing slowness; she's never been more grateful for the big man's patience.

GUTS IS ONLY KIND IF YOU HAVE NOT *beep* WITH HIS PEOPLE. HE WILL BE SOLID.

[greyerrant]

Then it shouldn't be a problem. I have... hesitated in the past and it has been costly. [ He's lost a few suboordinates that way, though arguably his fights against the mournival would not have gone too differently had he not has his moments of pause. In the end, Aximand died gurlging on his blade regardless, so perhaps he is past that. ]

But i don't feel any bond with this.. thing. Unless, can it influence in some way? Some kind of psychic ability?

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JUST FAIR WARNING. I WOULD NOT BE SURPRISED IF THERE ARE TWISTS AND UNKNOWNS. BECAUSE THAT BREED OF *beeep* ALWAYS HAS THEM.

[She lets her face grow bitter at that, to make up for the lack of tone. Too many times she's thought they were on top of the bald fuck and his queen, only to have them slip away, turn things around. Change the game as soon as her side started winning.]

MAYBE IT MEANS NOTHING BUT I WOULD RATHER TELL SOMEONE THAN NOT.