I am certainly doing well... So well that my drone managed to snap me in an image depicting me as completely knocked out in a contorted position. I did not even get to swap suits. It was quite an exhausting day.
He also put the words "this is your creator B-T-W" on the metadata. I don't know what that is supposed to mean, or who he's planning to share it to.
In any case, I did not have any lowlives attempting to break in. Which is fortunate, since I believe you had one more question.
I'm most certainly doing well. It was an uneventful night, thankfully. I docked the ship at my hangar at Fontana and spent the night resting at my quarters on Mactan.
I hope you didn't wake up with cramps everywhere, which is the most likely scenario based on how you fell asleep. You shouldn't tire yourself out this much, I highly doubt it's good for your mental or physical health.
I find your form surprising, I will admit. I expected more of you to be... Ugh... Robotic. I'm happily surprised that you don't look like a machine, as most rumors tend to speak of.
"He?" Who might "he" be, Raven? Are you referring to your drone or someone else?
I did have one more thing to say. Not a question specifically, just a statement. However I'd prefer sharing it in a platform that isn't the neural-net. Not only - and not even mainly - for privacy reasons, but for personal reasons as well.
I won't be leaving Mactan today as I've got a few things to get done on my end. The day's schedule includes maintenance on the tech I'm using to remotely control my various ships, I will thus be unable to operate them. And it just so happens that I don't have any of my ships situated at Mactan at the moment.
I will very happily see you again tomorrow though. The sooner the-... Ugh.
What did I tell you, Elizabeth? I know how to rest. How do you think I've been avoiding death via cortisol for so long?
You shouldn't worry your little pretty red head about me. Though it's quite amusing for people to think I am a synthetic. I can't be both a /Robot/ and a /Nomad/ - people should get their rumors straight. Or maybe I could play it off as both. Twist their little heads.
Anyway. Yes, apologies, when I mentioned "him", I was referring to my faithful friend and ally, Rascal. A Gammu drone I helped restore, and granted him the expression to grow, to evolve. To change. Most of the time, he misuses his gifts to annoy me, but he ultimately has another task to ensure that I stay... Well.
Stay as 'relatively normal' as possible.
I will be around Liberty in the coming days. Shareholders meetings. Tragically boring, I know.
Though I can't help but notice you're worrying about something? Did something happen?
Nothing in particular happened, no, don't worry about it. Maintenance went well yesterday - and on that subject I apologize for not getting back to you sooner, I had more work than I predicted and I wasn't done until a few minutes ago.
Rascal's story sounds heart warming. I'm glad there's at least someone taking care of you and ensuring you stay well. Hope he doesn't annoy you too much.
I'll probably take my Havok out for a ride later. Suppose I'll be seeing you around?
[Her tone drowned in satire, a dark humoring jest of mocking the moment of dire circumstances. But it was only for a mere moment before concern came to surface. ]
Elizabeth. I have heard what happened to you. I am sorry I could not be there to play nurse for you~ I'm stuck on a few errands at the moment.
[The playful mockery ends, the concern finally surfacing in tone. ]
I... do hope you're holding up well? Please never put yourself on the line for us again. While I appreciate that you... helped out. We're more than capable of taking a few hits. I don't want to see you getting hurt like that again.
Afterall, if you get hurt, how are you supposed to continue watching the show unfold in Liberty?
Hey Raven. It... ugh... it sure has been a while. I suppose Sakura - or Leviathan - told you, didn't... didn't think you'd get to learn of what unfolded that early. I was hoping I could... tell you myself when I made it out. Granted I... I probably wasn't going to make it out... Ugh, nevermind that.
Leviathan. He... He uhm, he kept me company. He... he saved me. He's... he's the reason I'm alive, I owe it to him. The woman sighed. While video-feed was offline, it was obvious that she was lost in unknown thoughts.
He left. A while ago. I... I remember falling asleep, we exchanged our goodbyes. Yes... we did. Right? We-... We did. I miss-... The Lane Hacker fell silent. What sounded like sobbing followed in the audio feed.
No... I don't want to die. It's... they're haunting me. Alone... cold...
The pain, it won't... The woman tried regathering her composure, her voice disappearing from the audio feed yet again, this time however only for a few moments, No. I'm fine. I'm alright, I'll... make it out of here... alive.
Well. Elizabeth. If you're living, you winning. At least that is how I see life these days.
But... perhaps you could do with some time off to relax. I'd like to invite you around for dinner and a perhaps for a few nights to rest up, so we can talk more about how you're feeling. But please, I do urge you come in a vessel with no surveying or data gathering equipment. For our privacy and yours.
You see, you're in a certain circumstance which I would call "holed up in hell" - a feeling that occurs when you feel... cold. Alone. Isolated. Particularly after brushing with death. Let me show you a few things.
Hey... Uhm... yeah, I... I should. I'll... find a ship. When I get... out of this bed. I'm- The doctors are saying I still need... time. They won't allow me... to... to even get up. Abrupt and shallow breaths interrupted the woman's speech, as if her anxiety levels were high, as if something was bothering her.