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[It's a rare video post from Edgeworth. He looks tired, but he seems less depressed than he did a few hours ago; he's focusing on his anger to carry him through.]

Security has a certain amount of the ship secured. These areas are the ones we patrol, the ones you're all accustomed to: the passenger quarters, the oxygen gardens, the medical bay, et cetera. The areas in which you reside. If you stay within those boundaries, we try to keep you safe to the fullest of our abilities; though our manpower is limited, we will do what we can.

If you stray, then we can do nothing. As I said, our manpower is limited, and beyond where we have secured, it is essentially enemy territory. So all of you, no matter how impressed you are with your survival skills and abilities, needs to treat it like enemy territory. It isn't a place to have a walk. It isn't a place to go out and search for monsters so that you can get your fun cracking a few heads. It isn't a research lab. It is a place fraught with danger, and if you go out there, you run the risk of death.

So if you go out, then you will treat it like it is enemy territory. You will not go out alone. You will not go out unarmed. You will not go out without notifying security. If you fail to do any of these things, then you should damn well compose your suicide note to your friends on-board, because you're very likely going to die. And while security isn't ever going to leave anyone to die, you can't treat this ship like an amusement park and expect to live to see the next jump.

[And he glares at the camera a moment longer - and then he glances off to the side, his lips relaxing very slightly.]

Condolences. To those who knew them.

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[Oh well

If it would be helping her...]

I suppose that there are a...few things that I know. If you can't find someone you know who's better-suited.

[victory for Donna Paulsen. But she tucks the victoriousness behind a cheerful tone.]

I would enjoy that, and I am sure I'm not the only one.

[she is actually legitimately curious what he will bring to the stage, honestly, so that's not entirely manipulation. And her lips twitch in legitimate amusement because yes, she's enjoying this.]

Then I am pleased-- [a chuckle, as she plucks the line from her mind, well-remembered.] God hold it, to your honour's good content.

[Yes, people need something to laugh at, I suppose is another line that comes to his lips and goes away, because it's another line that's unkind and unfair. She's in a good mood and cheerful about this, damn it all.

He wishes that he had the line that came after that one, but he doesn't; instead, he just tries to speak with relative good cheer. Or, well - good cheer for him.]

I'll try to coordinate this.

[Edgeworth, you are doing so well. She is smiling, and she is cheerful about this, and it's a temporary reprieve from the horrors of the ship, but she's a master of focusing on what she wants to focus on.]

Let me know if you'd like any help.

[her tone is warm, and her words are reminiscent of their first meeting.]

Organization is one of my many talents.

I could most certainly use it.

[He nods; that is the offer he was hoping he'd hear.]

I've little doubt you could handle this far better than I.

Well, keep me posted.

Call, and I shall answer. Generally speaking.

[that is a privilege, miles edgeworth. not everyone gets that much even from her.]

You have my deepest thanks, Ms. Paulsen.

It's no problem, really.

Talk to you later, Mr. Edgeworth.

[And she's going to let him go, turning off the snazzy iphone.

Click!]

Edited 2013-01-19 03:50 (UTC)

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