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[A soft voice speaks that sounds very much like it belongs to a girl, but anyone who's heard Kurt speak before can probably recognize it. It's been a while since he's posted anything, but this has been on his mind since the outbreak.]

I don't talk to very many people here. It seems odd, doesn't it? We're all on this ship together and yet our interaction with one another is quite limited, at least in my experience. It seemed as though a terrible outbreak of illness is what it took for me to meet new people, and I-- I hardly think that's the best way to go about things.

[A slight pause.] I'm not sure where I'm going with this. I guess this is me asking if everyone is all right since the illness. Not just those I've spoken to-- Everyone. When I went hunting for the cure, I traveled with so many different people--most of them far more, ah, experienced with handling such situations than myself, but...that didn't seem to matter. We all worked together, for the most part, even when those--those terrible things attacked, and... [He clears his throat.]

Anyway, I'm not going to post a survey to fill out or anything, but I'd like to get to know some more of you. We're all in the same situation, aren't we? And I don't want to wait for another emergency to form allies in this place.

So-- How are you? Are you all right since the illness? What are your favorite ways to pass the time around here? It doesn't really matter to me where you're from or what your past was like. We're all here together now, so... I think it's better that we stop thinking about what makes us all different, right?

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It hurts less, for one.

But if you were on one of the missions to help find a cure, maybe you're not as disconnected as you think.

I hope I helped. I'm not much of a fighter. I'm good with a taser, though.

[It's something he does often; diffuses uncomfortable tension with humor. At least he hopes he diffuses it, instead of making anything worse for her.]

[She can always appreciate a touch of humor.]

I know I wouldn't want to go up against someone with a taser. After all, I grew up in Manhattan; we know what's what.

[He resists the urge to grill her about Manhattan. For now.]

I'm certainly getting the hang of it.

What's your name?

I'm Zatanna. You?

Kurt.

[Pause.]

I... I'm sorry about your friends.

Yeah. Me too.

I actually didn't even know them too well. They were really more like friends of friends...but thanks all the same.

It's still a loss.

I wonder, is--is there some way around here to honor the dead? We can't exactly bury anyone.

[...] --Sorry, was that inappropriate? I should direct the conversation toward something a little less morbid, probably...

No, it's alright. This isn't the first time I've lost someone.

And I'm not really sure. There must be some place around here. Maybe in the Oxygen Gardens?