Not sure if you remember me. Doesn't really matter I suppose, one's the same as the other. Functionally, anyway, not always, but at the moment it's pretty much interchangeable I guess.
Sorry, I need to stop doing that.
Anyway, this is just an F.Y.I. I've done a bit of a poke, no mentions of your sister from any of our guys. It's still possible they've seen her floating around somewhere, you know what they're like. Probably don't. Okay, think Junkers but without the family ties or tendency to shoot me, at least most of the time.
On a cheerier note, I can probably get you a place to stay on one of our bases if you need somewhere to resupply or whatever. Err... Wouldn't recommend leaving the ship though. So if you do decide to come for longer then a few hours, let me know. Not that you're having troubles with that anyway. Chris'd probably get you somewhere a little nicer. And with less... You know, Rogues.
I'll keep digging.
Chin up, okay?
P.S If you get on that ship again, can you send me some photos? He never lets me go anywhere important.
*the video starts recording. Sarah, looking like she had just woken up, rubs her eyes in front of the camera. In the background can be seen a somewhat well furnished and comfortable room. The bulkhead behind her was distinctive to that of an Osiris, to anyone who noticed these sorts of things. The signal is choppy*
"H- hi"
*Tilting her head to one side she scrunches up her eyes as if trying to stave off exhaustion for a moment longer*
"mhmm, yes, I r-remember."
"Thanks for asking around. To be honest, I'm kinda r-relieved you didn't find anything ...ummm ...I don't mean-, not that there's anything wrong with R-Rogues, just Cassie would never have anything to do with crim-...ummm never-mind."
*Her head dips as if she is on the verge of falling asleep*
"Chris is letting me stay with him...err...I mean at his. It's nice, just haven't been able to sleep. So, I don't know, I might try to find somewhere else, not that it'd h-help. But I guess it's free lodgings here."
"It's almost impossible to get a signal here and my access card doesn't let me go many places...I never even -see- anyone else here. It's really c-creepy. I don't think I could send you many pictures, even if I could get some."
*pulling her jacket snugly over her shoulders, she starts hurriedly brushing her bed-head hair*
"Anyway, I best get back to work, Chris asked me to find inf-f-formation on...stuff..."
*she shrugs*
"Ummmm...maybe I can ask him if you can visit again? It's too quiet here, and it's nice to talk to somebody who isn't always h-hiding behind stuff.
and...
I kinda wanna see some of these rooms too."
Sure, it'd be great to come on board again. I'll see if I can pester Chris into something. Even if it doesn't work, at least it'll annoy him, right? Oh, and if you see him before I do, tell him that I haven't forgotten about that Reaver.
Or his taste in music.
Remind me to bring a gas ax or something this time.
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