[Thus far, Anders has met one mage who calls himself a wizard, and that's all. He's also talked to a girl who does magic and refuses to name it magic, insisting it's all science and DNA and things. And he's given a demonstration of healing magic to a skeptical but open-minded warrior who's promised to teach him about space.

He's fairly certain Carver is probably going to tell everyone he's an abomination, or something, sooner or later, if not by design than by blurting it out.

He decides he'd better get some sort of handle on the ship's general opinion of magic and mages. Edgeworth used the communicator to pose a general question to everybody, Anders has seen, so he thinks that should be something he can do as well, rather than try messaging everyone individually. Recalling Ros' complaints, he doesn't use text, but for once he'll keep his face to himself. Voice it is.]

Good morning. [And, sotto voce, to himself but audible enough for the communicator to catch?] Is this morning? I think that's what that means --

[He clears his throat unobtrusively.]

Just out of curiosity -- do you believe in magic?

Unless your doctor will inject themself too don't let anyone in medbay put anything in you.

I'll be back in a little while.

[Except she won't. Loki has Libby's comm device and her tattoo at the ready. He is masquerading as her. PS Loki's responses might be slow due to his writer having work. Also have a relevant post. Libby's answers are all under coercion.]

Ta.

-S.

( ooc: I'LL BE SO HAPPY IF YOU GUYS FIGURE THIS OUT ON YOUR OWNNN. Pm me or bother me on Plurk if you need help. <3

edit: Reads as "All Add As End, A Reedited Irish Kill Toy"
Hope you guys aren't too confused, SCRAMBLED even
edit: Found words are "All" and "is." AND "IS" IS REPEATED TWICE IN THE ANSWER~*~
ANOTHER HINT: 3 2 1 6, 3 3 3 2 1 6 2
New word: riddle. It's repeated twice.

It's been solved! Good job, Hope! Hightlight for the answer: "All is a riddle, and the key to a riddle is" Very good job, but what is the key to a riddle? Hmm?)

[After finding herself still here now almost a week hence, Anna decides it is time to stop lingering about in hope she'll pop back out.

Thankfully clean now, she is silent for a moment as if she is deciding what to say...but in truth the more astute will note it is the exact opposite. She is just impossibly tired.]

My name is Anna.

[Simple enough for now.]

I see no need to hide it, so I will speak freely. I am an Angel of the Lord and I am tasked with continuing to serve a-- penance. As such I have had experience in both military and law enforcement, but I find myself wanting different employment.

[Another long pause. Again it is not for lack of words however as she rallies herself, putting away exhaustion and sitting straighter.]

Hire me and I'll protect you. Keep you alive. Murderers and those of any other unsavory backgrounds need not apply. And to make it clear, this is temporary. If I decide at any time you were dishonest or are heading down such a path I will nullify our agreement.

[Heaven's guardian for hire. That wasn't exactly something they taught in Sunday school.]

Penances don't get served acting as a hired gun. So do not consider me such. But what I do do, I am very effective at. If you are interested, do contact me and we will discuss any particulars.

[The feed cuts promptly.]

...Did I make it to the next level?

[Anna is all too familiar with these strange devices, appearing in a video clip with her red hair tied back as best she can with how sticky it still is from the pod fluid. She's half dressed, the uniform on, but unzipped low in the front as she peeled off a layer of blue goo from her chest where it got caught in a hand print shaped scar deeply marked in her skin. Frowning she flicks it off unto the floor.

There is a badge pinned to her waist though, clearly police force by the shape with the words S.T.R.I.K.E. visibly embossed at the top.]

At this point making it to a shower would be enough. Purgatory did at least provide them in the past.