audio;

[shiro2hero]

[Deep breaths. This is fine. This is all going to be fine. They can do this.]

[But if he broadens the search pool, the better the chances of this working out. As much as he hates to think about what he'd learned, as much as he wants to pretend it's all okay...]

[His voice is steady as ever, over the TAB. Despite the late hour.]

I'm looking for someone good with data extraction and compilation. Especially someone who can do that for alien or unfamiliar tech.

Maybe even translating unknown languages. I can't say for sure.

I'll take any help you can offer.

Comments

[shiro2hero]

Any time.

[He means that, too. Even if she intends to leave.]

[He stands up, when she asks, nodding to her. Sure, he doesn't mind -- why would he? And even if he did, it's not like he could make her stick around. Right?]

Yeah, no problem. Can you get back all right on your own?

[brokencode]

[Better to ask permission. Lord only knows how used to being disciplined she was.]

I believe so. If I get too disoriented, I can have my friend meet me at the EN-Line station. It should not be a problem though. [She moved toward the entryway, then turned back to give him a serious look.]

Please tell me if you ever need anymore help. I would be most grateful to lend a hand.

[shiro2hero]

Are you sure? I don't mind walking with you.

[When she says the 'disoriented' part, he's concerned. More than anything. His situation is wildly different, and it's unlikely to happen on a tram, but still. Disorientation flares up at the worst times, in his experience.]

But yeah, I will. Don't worry about that.

[brokencode]

I'm fine, I promise.

[Angel had navigated these streets in a far worse state before. She could make it, of that she had no doubt. And if anything happened, Krieg was just a message or two away. She wouldn't put Shiro out any longer.]

[She crossed the remaining distance, waving as she did.]

I will message you once I'm home, my friend.

[shiro2hero]

All right. Take care of yourself.

[He won't press. If she's sure, then she's probably got this covered. He's got to trust her.]

[And... pour over the data until Pidge woke up. Try not to obsess too hard.]