[ feed starts off shaky, focused at a weird angle on the ground. it's riddled with static and white noise, aside from some very heavy breathing. after a good minute, there's Iowa! helmeted face and all. ]
Alejandro? Where are you? Hey, what the fuck is going on?
[ looks to the left... looks to the right... ]Fuck. Did my armor lock down again?
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[he's a little less loud now, but still pretty distressed] I saw your neck... You didn't wake up... Donut you were really dead this time.
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[ unsure... ] But... you saw me? Where?
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[ugh. no thanks.] Grif and I saw your body in Sector 2...
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You... saw my body? [ UM. WAT. ] Where, exactly?
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The vents... He couldn't move you.
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I'll be back soon, Simmons. I promise.
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but he's mindlessly clicking through things on his wearable- micromanaging some things on his MMO account to distract himself from everything else with only an occasional sniffle.]
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he steps inside and-- well. he didn't anticipate Simmons to be out in the open. he sort of stops and stares, still decked out in his armor and all that. he doesn't say a word. almost like he's afraid of being scolded. ]
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