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[eureka_bell]

Steve just spent several hours in a bad, bad place.

Spooky-noises, monster-attacks, bloody-wire dead-people bad.

And now he is out. Walking, carrying his jetpack in case it shorts out again, and indescribably jumpy.

Oh. Oh. he has a radio. A radio which until recently was good only for alarming bursts of static when something was about

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[hundred_twelfth]

Satya, for her part, is not in the immediate vicinity of her radio.

She's a few feet away, kicking rocks, wishing Aurren were here.

[eureka_bell]

No answer? Are you trying to make him paranoid?

"Satya? Master Satya!"

Maybe it's just the distortion and crackle of the radio. Or maybe his tone is staccato and slightly too high.

[hundred_twelfth]

"Steve?"

Okay, she's here now. And predictably displeased.

"What the kriff is going on?"

It's not you she's angry at, Steve. It's everything ever.

[eureka_bell]

It's debatable whether he even notices the anger; he's that relieved to hear her.

"Oh, thank Christ."

That audibly relieved.

"Where are you? I'm coming to find you."

Splitting up really sucks.