Let me start this by saying that I feel absolutely silly for having not thought of doing this a long, long time ago, but - well. That's obviously not longer the case. But I ought to get it out of the way anyhow.

[a breath.]

Katherine Stewart.

Marguerite Chadwick.

Stanley Chadwick.

Anthony Proud.

Delphine Gaudin.

Emilia Gorski-Grumley.

[With a little tension in her voice-] Julia Grumley.

[And after a pointed pause, exhaling again - this name is the hardest to say.] And Frederick Grumley.

I don't suppose anyone here has seen either of these people. Or - is any of these people? Who knows how long I've been here, but considering how long we've all been here, I... I thought it couldn't hurt to ask. If I'm here, chances are one of them might be, too. Not that it would be ideal, but I'd rather know about it.

[Read: she misses them. And she's worried about them. So there you have it.]

Thank you.

[Honestly? He'd kind of put this whole bad idea out of his mind, but given recent developments-- Aidan's not going to go flashing his face all over the comm over it, but it's worth saying.]

I realize this is going to sound pretty stupid to anyone over the age of twelve, but I've seen a couple of people joking about a buddy system before. And I'm not saying it's anything we have to do but it... might not be the worst idea in the world? Maybe at least get to know your neighbor - that kind of thing. That way if anyone starts to go off the deep end, at least one other person might notice it before another person goes the full hallucinatory, seeing signs and portents and monsters level of crazy.

[The briefest beat:]

Or go running off into parts of the ship that no one should be able to get to and threatening to wreak havoc. That kind of thing.