[ video : failed Normandy encryption]

[space_klepto]

[The video clicks on to show a panning shot of The Marker currently on the station. The video slides up it slowly, making a full vertical reference of it before it shifts away as Kasumi turns her wearable around to point at her face, shrouded in the shadows of her hood. She's pale, even for her, and her eyes look sunken and tired. She's also

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Audio; Normandy Channel

[eighttotwelve]

Kasumi--!

[It's rare, when Thane sounds panicked, but at this time, he genuinely almost doesn't know what to do about this.]

Call back. It's Thane. Kasumi!

Audio; Normandy Channel

[space_klepto]

[It's maybe five minutes before Kasumi answers. She's standing off to the side of the marker, looking up and away from the camera.]

What, Thane? We're a little busy.

Audio; Normandy Channel

[eighttotwelve]

You need to return from the statue. Keiji isn't there!

Audio; Normandy Channel

[space_klepto]

I'll be back soon, we're just getting another quick look around.

[She actually looks at the screen now and frowns.]

What are you talking about?

Audio.

[cmdr_renegade]

[Keiji? Keiji was warning her away?

Everyone was losing their damn minds and it was driving her up a fucking wall. Thane was as depressed as a man could be without actually being crushed by something, Zaeed had--gone off the deep end while chatting to his invisible-broken-rifle-friend, and now Kasumi was seeing a dead Japanese thief who managed to get himself skinned and gutted by a gangster not fit to muss up her armor.

Something was going on and it didn't look like she was going to get any answers out of her crew.]

Copy that.

Send those videos ASAP.

[Amateurs.

Every goddamned one of them.

She was going to have to do this her damn self, but that was rather the story of her life.]