If A Monkey Can Do It... [open]
While it's always great to meet new people, there is someone very, very specific that Jamie has an interest in finding. Having failed to find this particular person through exploration (and winding up nearly getting shot in the process), he's retreated to the obs deck to try a different approach.
After some tentative prodding of one of the fleshy meat-chairs, he has gingerly settled into it and is using his Omnicom for the first time. He's not the fastest of typists by any stretch of the imagination, and there's a great deal of backspacing and grumbling going on as he composes the message. However, he wants the practice, so typing it is instead of using the voice recognition software. With any luck, his plan will work. It's not like it's really /that/ complex of a plan: type in a message and figure out how to send it. Trust in the fact the person he's trying to reach is nosy by nature and hope for the best.
He's also talking to himself, very quietly. "C'mon, Doctor. I know ye like poking around these type of things." A little extra prompting can't hurt, even if the only ones who can hear it at the moment are Jamie and the chair.
After some tentative prodding of one of the fleshy meat-chairs, he has gingerly settled into it and is using his Omnicom for the first time. He's not the fastest of typists by any stretch of the imagination, and there's a great deal of backspacing and grumbling going on as he composes the message. However, he wants the practice, so typing it is instead of using the voice recognition software. With any luck, his plan will work. It's not like it's really /that/ complex of a plan: type in a message and figure out how to send it. Trust in the fact the person he's trying to reach is nosy by nature and hope for the best.
He's also talking to himself, very quietly. "C'mon, Doctor. I know ye like poking around these type of things." A little extra prompting can't hurt, even if the only ones who can hear it at the moment are Jamie and the chair.