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[versusnurture]

[The video cuts on with Abigail ever-so-dubiously holding the camera, selfie-style. A wave. Hello, Barge, someone's here with bad news.]

So, um. I feel like we should really have a pre-formatted broadcast about this ready, a kind of fill-in-the-blanks-here style thing, but, well . . .

[She pans the camera back, revealing that she's in the clinic, and directs it towards Scott. Who is asleep halfway out of a kennel, his head resting against the bars. He's drooling a little. Some cute puppy snores are happening, too.]

I need help getting Scott to the infirmary. Or, you know, wherever you people want him.

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[versusnurture]

I don't know. I didn't visit you.

[Mean? Maybe. But she didn't, and she doesn't know, and she doesn't feel like lying is going to change those things any.]

Everybody needs to just cut it out, though.

[videocamera]

[Hey, don't worry, he didn't really expect she would have. Why would she? They're not close, even if they have things in common.]

Tell that to the ship. Or the Admiral. Or whatever weird thing makes it happen. It's not like people choose it.

[versusnurture]

Fine, maybe I will.

[She said pointlessly. All in a huff:] At least you're up.