[ TEXT ] in which cambridge makes a polite enquiry about her location

[mindsext]

[ Hello, fellow crewmembers. If your device wasn’t on before IT CERTAINLY IS NOW! Cambridge - still nursing the mental wound of her power being so rudely culled and currently feeling obnoxiously disorientated - technopathically shoves a text transmission your way: ]

if somebody doesn't tell me exactly where the fuck I am then I am airlocking the

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[statsraaden]

Well, I don't think it would help answer your questions, as there wouldn't be anyone anymore to figure this out.

[ audio ]

[mindsext]

[ with a begrudging mental flick Cambridge switches to audio to match the new voice. ]

Quite. [ her tones are short and sharp with a rich southern English accent that almost sounds a little fake. She raises her voice; the next bit is meant as much for any crew that might be listening as it is for anyone else: ] So if the crew of this damned vessel fancy maintaining whatever it is they're doing, they had better provide us with some answers.

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[statsraaden]

Exactly. [Stats has a posh English accent, due to the translation nanites.] However, I don't see any means to remind them, if they're even still around.

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[mindsext]

This is my means. [ she informs him in primm haughty tones. ] If they don't want everything in their precious ship flushed out of an airlock then they will have to talk to me.

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[statsraaden]

This would work if they were actually around and listening, but I wouldn't guarantee it. After all, they would have shown up one way or another, right?

[mindsext]

Perhaps. We will see. [ She purses her lips irritably and pauses for thought before adding caustically: ] I'll let you know what I discover, shall I?

[statsraaden]

Thanks. I'll do likewise. [Stats has caught the glimmer of irony but chooses not to act on it.]