[Incoherent giggles grip Gertie by the throat, before she could even say what she wanted to say. There's a few seconds of a pre-teen laughter before Gertie calms down, the soft-fall of her rolling back into the flowers of Deck thirteen heard through the communicator.]

Entschuldigung~ I..am alive! No hurt. [If voices could smile, Gertie's was.]

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