Talking With Chell

[a_mere_child]

The second level of encryption on the Abrams Island data has been cracked. The third and (hopefully) final layer can't be far behind. Unfortunately, progress on the decryption must take a backseat to matters of basic biology, like nutrition. Thus, Alyx is headed for the mess hall to grab a late-night snack

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[subject_lj_here]

Chell's already there, mulling over the prospect of a peanut-butter sandwich versus something more nutritious- but there's something off about even that, like she's going through the motions.

She doesn't turn when Alyx comes closer, her focus instead directed somewhere off toward the wall- or somewhere not very near here at all.

[a_mere_child]

"Hey," murmurs Alyx, coming to a stop a little behind the other woman's right shoulder.

[subject_lj_here]

Chell startles a little, then calms once she notices who it is. Her smile is small, and an afterthought. "Oh, hey, Alyx."

[a_mere_child]

Alyx gestures toward the table in front of them. "Want some company?"