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It occurred to me the other day that I haven't had a chance to write anything, and that's, to me, a little depressing. There's been so much here that's happened, not just to myself and the friends I've made, but to everyone else. To you.

My day job, back home, for those of you who don't know me, it deals with investigative journalism. I write to uncover the truth, to shed light on scenarios that are otherwise dark and bleak.

Since I got here, everything has been nothing but a whirlwind of events. Each month there's been something new; whether it's stopping off at various planets, or it's daily occurrences on the ship. [ RIP Moira. ] There hasn't been time for me to sit down and write it all out.

[ Elena pauses and her eyes drift downward, off to the left. For those who knew about the incident with the Descendants, how she'd walked away from that moment on the ship with her left arm broken and bleeding out where it'd bitten her...she no longer wears a splint and padded cast. There's no visible sling. It's almost as though none of that had ever happened.

An injury as deep as that, bones needed time to mend. They needed a full two months. It's been less than that.

It shows that she's trying to think of how to word what she wants to say next, without giving anything away. ]

I'm interested in writing about abilities. [ Here she looks up, looks directly into the TAB camera. ] I'm interested in learning about them.

If you're comfortable with discussing this, that's great. I'm available for one-on-one meetings, if you would prefer, or you can reach me privately through the messaging system.

Also, if you're interested in learning more about the stories I've done, I won't mind sharing. Ask me anything you'd like.

[ Except you, Flynn. ]

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[ He says her name and it takes her moment for it to sink in. Oh. Weird. ]

Which one was that? You asked more than one.

How did you get mixed up with Drake in the first place?

He tried to con me.

[ Look at that small smile, a knowing smile, as she remembers. ]

Right well that explains how someone like you got mixed up with him in the first place but only poses more questions.

[What the hell kind of game does Drake have that he manages to con a woman into loving him but Flynn meets this amazing girl who he has a lot in common with and they do crimes together and she was SHAGGING DRAKE THE WHOLE TIME?]

No... [ She doesn't know whether to laugh or sigh. Instead she shakes her head. ] It basically went down as - he asked me to fund his little expedition and in return he'd get me the coffin of Sir Francis Drake.

At the time I was going around and getting footage for my show, Uncharted. That's how he found me.

And that's how I ended up getting involved with the entire El Dorado spiel.

And then your big story wound up at the bottom of the ocean.

Kind of. It was more the loss of my camera that I mourned the most. That had almost everything on it.

No gold and no story? What a pity.

Biggest pity party ever.

And Drake was you consolation prize. Tragic.

Nothing really tragic about that when you spend a week in a motel room together.

[ :)))))) ]

[Now he had spent time with Drake in dingy motel rooms doing the second best thing you could possibly do in one (which was, of course, to divvy up treasure).]

With the way he snores? I still pity you.