address 2; filtered to her friends & medical

[cabins]

[Laura is once again on the feed, this time looking worse for ware. She's pale and clammy, wrapped up in a blanket or twelve. Beads of sweat are visible on her forehead, and it's quite clear that, like others on-board, she's quite sick.]

I'm afraid the cold that is going around has hit me rather hard.

[She coughs, and it wracks her entire body. Laura's used to appearing in-charge and put-together. And right now? She's the opposite of that. Fragile. Human. Mortal. Dying.]

If- I don't trust myself to leave my room. If someone could arrange for anyone from medical, Peter, perhaps?, to visit me, I would appreciate it.

I...

[She looks towards her right, off the camera.]

I fear the cancer has taken advantage of this illness.