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[The face that appears on the network is a familiar one—Nate's a chatty guy, and he made a grumpy address not long ago. But something's different this time—he looks a little disoriented, a little older. A little beefier.]

Hey. [He raises a hand in a casual greeting.] Sorry if I freaked anyone out. Complete accident, I swear. By the way, that cryo slime is incredibly gross. Don't get it in your mouth if you can help it.

[Ha, ha. This is no big deal, right?]

It's been a while. Three days for you guys, I guess? More like...three years for me.

[He smiles weakly. He's not freaked out! He's not freaked out!!]

Nice to see everyone again.

[It's been three years since Nathan Drake set foot on Avagi, but he still remembers his way around. ...mostly. Once he's got some of his bearings back, he makes a circuit of the accessible areas of the facility, re-familiarizing himself with his way around.

And eventually, he makes his way back to their quarters, plopping down in the common area and trying to digest.]

Back in space. How about that.

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Breasts. Or boobs, if you want to be casual about it.

[There are other terms, but Nate's not going to teach him about tits.]

Anyway, that's too bad. It'd be cool if you could turn into metal-anything.

Why do you guys have so many names for those things? Can you just not. Agree or something?

[the management is sorry for this line of questioning.]

Dude, then I'd have like way too many parts hanging off me.