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[ The video feed clicks on to reveal Robert Capa — a man in his mid-thirties with shaggy hair (still damp from the tube where he awoke) and a five o'clock shadow and narrow shoulders covered by the ship's uniform he found in the locker marked with his identifying number. His eyes, bright blue, are particularly striking in that they are wholly calm, despite the latest series of events. The rest of his face is calm as well, the muscles of which never really rearrange themselves much to convey this emotion or that. When he speaks his voice is measured and even, though there is a certain start-stop to the cadence.

His words are prefaced with an inhale. It seems to steady him. ]

I guess I should start with the obvious question. We can figure out where to go from there, depending how the answers trend. [ Capa rubs his chin; the scrape of his stubble is audible. ] Is anyone here part of the ship's natural crew?

[ He pauses, letting that inquiry and whatever implications it may carry set in. There's a vague flicker of emotion, maybe worry, in the set of his mouth but it's as understated as the rest of him. ] And maybe, more importantly: can anyone recall how they got here?

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['sup capa. have a slightly skewed, shoulders-up shot of a guy who looks to be in his earlyish twenties. with no shirt on.]

If there are any crew left, you'd think they'd have noticed us by now. It's not like we've been quiet.

[sarcasm is the best coping mechanism.]

[ Sarcasm rolls off Capa like water off the back of the duck, bro. ]

We woken en masse from a kind of stasis. It's possible the crew has too. And there's no telling how large this ship is. For all we know, we could blow a hole portside and nobody will notice.

[ A pause. ]

Not I'm suggesting that.

Oh, well. That's reassuring. [not... that he's 100% sure what 'blowing a hole portside' actually means, but it doesn't sound good.]

You'd think the crew would have some idea what's actually going on here, and nobody here seems to yet. Either the crew's not here, or they're not awake yet.

Or they're all dead. Personally, I'm kind of hoping it's not the last one.

[ Whomever you are, you are a ray of sunshine. Now if only Mace would swing by and take you off of Capa's hands. ]

If they're dead, they made a real effort collecting all of us before they died.

[you're welcome, capa.]

[shrug] Accident in transit, maybe? Transportation's never really been my strong suit, but something could've gone wrong during the actual transfer.

[ The whole thing reeks of bad television to Capa — implications of smuggling, of unexpected accidents and botched deliveries. Skepticism puckers his mouth. ]

I'm not familiar enough with the ship's tech to make any solid assumptions. But accidents tend to be— [ Well. ] —louder.

[ He may be joking.

May be.

It's really hard to tell. ]

All right, fair enough.

Best guess: what do you think happened, then?

[it's not accusatory, just curious. if you don't like gibson's ideas, bro, let's hear yours.]

[ Capa's mouth tightens imperceptibly at the corners. ]

I don't like guessing. In practice.

[ Semantics, mostly. He could simply call it hypothesizing and give the guy what he wants, but Capa likes to be precise about these sorts of things. He'd guessed once. And see where that had gotten him. ]

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