voice;

[ he sounds as excited as might be expected from someone whose lost their entire team, flat and empty and utterly beyond caring about anything else anymore. But this deserved a little more than empty text. ]

I did my best. It wasn't enough. This might not bring any consolation, but she made me promise that I --

[ silence, again for awhile. ]

Do with it what you will. It seems pointless now, but it's what she would have... done.

[ and it cuts.

After the message, the follow is sent as an attachment, left wide open to the network: ]

( FIELD REPORT; cut for length and creepy )

( closed to anyone who had anything to do with recon )

[ ooc: threadjacking and conversation making is all a-okay, non-recon people are welcome as well. ]

[When the feed clicks on, it's a bit before Jennifer speaks, as she plays with various settings. She then clears her throat, looking nervous.]

Okay. Uh. I figured I should probably introduce myself eventually... I'm Dr. Jennifer Keller. Hopefully, I'm going to be working in the medbay soon, so I thought I would say hello to everyone, especially my fellow medics. I was- well, I should say I am a surgeon, and I hope I will prove to be a valuable member of your team.

I've gotten the gist of what's going on here, so I won't waste my breath asking where the rest of my friends are... [There's a pause.] Sorry. I'm still feeling a bit overwhelmed. I'll try not to get lost, hmm?

[Now that she knows it's safe to show her face on the network, that's precisely what she does. Her hair is swept back, well out of her face. There are plants on the table before her, divided into neat bundles. Below each bundle, there is a small piece of paper, signifying their possible properties.]

How could anything be simple in outer space? It's laughable to think even the smallest of comforts would be familiar. Yet that doesn't mean we're defeated.

[She touches a journal - copious notes have already been written in it.]

We have to adjust our expectations. [Picking up one plant in particular, she sniffs it.] The results might be surprising.

[There is an extra scent of something to the plant in her hand. She pauses before giving the scent a name.]

Why let the boundaries of our worlds hold us prisoner? I've been to another world once before. That was an adjustment too.

[Her voice trails off, remembering her first steps in the Wizarding World.]

We can adjust. It's...what we have to do.

[As much as she shoots for optimism, her tone falls short. This isn't a change she wants to make. Yet it's upon her all the same.]

I told you before that my name was Penelope Clearwater. That was a lie. I'm Hermione Granger.