first ♢ voice

[versusnurture]

[Abigail's voice quavers, as though she's uncertain of the connection, like someone making their first long-distance call. She starts out firm and then peters out into uncertainty, the tail end of her first sentence almost a question.]

My name is Abigail . . . Hobbs.

I'm not sure how I got here, but I'm here now. [A pause; who to ask for?] I'm looking for Dr. Alana Bloom. She's tall with dark hair. She was supposed to check in with me this morning, but instead I'm here.

Are there - [And here she inserts a little more tremor than necessary into her voice, because she doesn't know what else to do right now - ] Are there letters home? That kind of thing? How does this work? Because I need to talk to my dad.

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[versusnurture]

It might be. Or I might be happy being dead.

[hellofist]

Are you? Lots of things... you can't do, when dead.

[versusnurture]

I don't know if I am yet or not. It depends how things go. I'll have to think about it.

[hellofist]

[She nods, even though the other lady can't see it.]

I'm Cassandra. If there's... anything you need? Can ask.

[versusnurture]

Thank you. Everyone's been very - accommodating.

[hellofist]

We've all been new. Know that it sucks, that it helps... to see friendly face.

... Well. Hear voice.

[versusnurture]

You do have a very friendly voice.

[hellofist]

Friendly face, too.

[She switches over to video now, giving Abigail a very small smile.]

Hi.

[versusnurture]

[After a moment's hesitation - ostensibly to figure out the video command - Abigail switches, too, and waves shyly.]

Hi.

[hellofist]

[Aww. And just like that, Cass has decided. She likes Abigail.]

It's not so bad, here. Really. Lots of people... prefer it, to what's at home, waiting.

[versusnurture]

Do you?

[She tilts her head, curious.]