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[wolvesxeyes]

[The comm. clicks on to dead air. Not because she doesn’t know how to use it, or because she hasn’t noticed it; Sarea is simply trying to keep from shouting into the damned machine.]

Alright.

Whoever it was who brought me here, I’m less than thrilled. If you’re a friend, kindly let me leave. If you’re an enemy, at least allow me the comfort of

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[thenotmagician]

Y'missin' clothes?

[wolvesxeyes]

Unfortunately; whoever brought me here thought it'd be funny to take 'em. I liked that shirt dammit.

[thenotmagician]

If y'need clothes I could always bring somethin' to ya.

[wolvesxeyes]

Would be much appreciated; I'd rather not leave my room the way I am now.

[And she'd rather not shift to explore just yet...]

[thenotmagician]

Want me ta just leave it outside your door?

[wolvesxeyes]

Naw, you can knock. I found-

[Sorry, she's struggling to get into the thing now, muttering under her breath for a second.]

-a bathrobe. So'm not naked at least.

[thenotmagician]

Alright. Where's your room, eh?

[wolvesxeyes]

My room is-

[She opens the door and peaks out, then retreats back inside again.]

M'room 1052, if that helps; not sure which deck that would be.

[thenotmagician]

Alrighty. I'll bring y'stuff soon, then.

[wolvesxeyes]

Much appreciated, sir~