[ She's head down, typing away on her laptop, recording the things that she hears as she watches her communicator scroll some of the latest search results to her on-going queries for information. The sound here is sparse in comparison to the world back home, and so perhaps she can appreciate the stray thought that suddenly crosses her mind, occurring to her in Oxford's tone of voice — an errant line of thinking, not native to her own brain, but one that she doesn't fight in the slightest.
Glancing up at the door and then back down at her monitor, she raises her voice just loud enough to call: ] It's unlocked.
[ (How bad?) He's been here longer; his contexts will be much more accurate than hers. ]
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Glancing up at the door and then back down at her monitor, she raises her voice just loud enough to call: ] It's unlocked.
[ (How bad?) He's been here longer; his contexts will be much more accurate than hers. ]