[ On comes the comm and out pops Cibo's surprisingly cheerful tone. To friends, this might seem like an abrupt change in attitude. A welcome abrupt change considering the circumstances of the prior jump. We're taking it as a small blessing that comes with the newest inspiration. ]

I'm interested in starting a... business of sorts! [ She hasn't really mentioned this to anyone either. In fact, she only just thought of it a while earlier so the idea is still scattered around in her head. Give her just a few moments to actually think of where she wants to begin with this.

And don't mind her as she begins to animate the stream of imagination with hand gestures. ] I'm not skilled in architecture, but I would like to have it set with a kitchen area against one wall— leaving it separated by a bar and open to the lounge which will have small tables for group seating or chairs for single seating.

Perhaps a simple writing on the concrete walls— I have yet to decide what it will say though. But I would like to make it in a fashion of my City... That's what I'd like for it to be themed from. Except... It will be much more pleasant! I promise!

[ Oh! Something also very important! ] I would like to serve small sweets and drinks to anyone who would like them. I am not particularly sure what that will consist of... I'm open to requests! Please text recipes to my comm if you have anything specific you would like me to make as well.

Also, if anyone is interested in helping me out at any time, you are absolutely welcome to! I will probably need some help to start with anyway...

[ A small shrug and then she's outtie!

With the feed cut, she switches to texting a few friends real fast. ]

[This is the first time she's made an attempt to speak to the public at large, and she's a little nervous about it. But good things are happening, exciting things, and she really wants to show off how nice the ship has been to her this jump. The camera's a blur as she swivels it around toward a table she's set up someplace in the gardens, and sitting upon the table are jars of plants, varying in size and shape. There's even a lone flower, her current pride and joy.]

Barberry, flaxseed, ginseng, and even more than that!

[She laughs, downright giddy at being able to have found so many useful things. She turns her device back to her, so people can see who's speaking.]

They're perfect, really perfect. Don't you think? They'll help make sure I'm able to open my clinic faster now.

[She calms down a great deal at this point, and gives out a contented sigh as she leans down to toy with and sniff at peppermint. She gently curls a green leaf around her finger, and watches it pop back up.]

My sister gave me a chance to live, a chance to do something. I was wasting that chance here, I think. I spent too much time being afraid. But now I can do something to help people. If...that's allowed? I know there's already the doctors that work in the medbay, and I don't want to get in the way.

[She gulps, a bit nervous about feeling like she's overstepping her boundaries.]

But if anyone that's a doctor or knows something about healing would like to help, I need someone to look over my notes.

[ joe's not so much ill at ease on camera as he is just happier off, and the lack of desire to throw his metaphorical hat in to this particular ring bleeds through into his slumped posture. he's got his actual hat off and set to the side, because this calls for company manners which means your nicest flannel and no hat, as you do. ]

Name's Joe Davis, based outta Pernambuco. [ a beat. ] That's just about on the far edge of the farms on Pasiphae, right. [ since as it's been made abundantly clear, he's the only one who knows that sort of thing off-hand. ]

Nobody's wanted to tell me too much, but I get the sense something about this whole thing makes me look dangerous. And I understand that, and whatever questions you gotta ask I'm ready to answer them. [ in part because there's only one of him and a lot of everybody else and it's the smart call, but that can go unsaid. ] I guess I just wanted to say this is all new and confusing to me, too, and seeing as I'd rather not end up pistol whipped, if it's all the same to everybody-- [ yeah, dean, he saw that-- ] I figured maybe I'd make the first move, since it's seeming like maybe I've landed in a tight spot without meaning to here.

[ he looks down, rubbing at the back of his neck with a thumb, a little uncomfortable. ]

I'm not much for speeches, but it seemed like the thing to do-- think that's about it, anyway.

[ and with that, he's out. ]