Frau Lachance.

I'll see what I can muster for you. But the best I can likely do is arrange for a civilian model to come with aftermarket modifications that will suit your preferred flight control systems. I have already arranged all your necessary essentials, your quarter isn't grand, but it's the biggest that can be spared. I understand this must be difficult, will you need money for additional basics such as clothes and supplies?

Frau Lachance.

The matter of converting francs is naturally complicated given that we reside on a Bretonian protectorate. I'm sure it's available with the war having ended, but you're likely to be frowned at and subject to verbal assault. It can be safely wagered that you've had enough of being treated poorly, forward the funds to me and I'll have it converted and then sent back to you.

Going back to the matter of the ship, what are your preferences in terms of ship class? Additional information on whether you prefer lighter or heavier assets would also help me narrow down the options.

Try to put the memories of cells behind you. You'll never revisit any.

Frau Lachance.

I've placed an order for a Havoc off the open market, it matches your specifications and comes with automatic systems. I expect that it will be shipped here by the end of the day, estimations are unreliable off the grid.

About the locals, they are refugees from Leeds. The scorching of their former homes has left more than just a bad taste in the mouth for some. Their displacement resulted in the displacement of others. A vicious cycle of homelessness.

The locals won't be much of a problem, but I would suggest keeping your social interactions to a minimum or practicing a more neutral accent to lessen suspicion. I've made it abundantly clear to the authorities that you are under my protection and will be my responsibility. And I will not tolerate abuse.

Try to get some rest.