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[The face that appears on the MID is familiar, despite the age loss. Nathan Drake is recognizably himself. But there are fewer lines on his face, no touch of gray in his hair, and he's skinnier, without twelve years of built-up muscle.

He's also got an obvious black eye and a set of plain prisonclothes that are pretty threadbare. Those are new.]

Okay, so, space. That's a thing. Which you've all probably figured out by now, since you're here and all.

[He lifts a hand in greeting.]

I'm Nate. And I don't want to complain, because I got lifted out of a shitty place and I'm sure someone thought they were doing me a favor, but I'm going to complain anyway, because I didn't actually need it. I wanted to be there. And if someone had to spacenap me, the least they could've done is take my brother too. Sam's gonna be pissed he missed this.

[On the plus side, his prison garb at least smells better now. Thanks, Moira laundering facilities.]

So is there a complaints department? Or some way I can get a ride back to Panama? Probably not that lucky, huh.

voice. at ass o'clock in the morning.

[mindoired]

So this is like an intraship social network, right? People ask questions and crap and... I don't know. Talk. [ there's a pause as the very awkward teen yawns. ] I've got a question for all of you, then. What do you do when you can't sleep?

Back hom-- [ she cuts herself off, rewords that. ] Back on Mindoir, I'd go for a run out in the fields or the woody area not far from the farm. There's nothing like that on a ship, though.

[ shepard misses the open spaces.

there's a moment's pause and then her tone changes from the somewhat embarrassed but mostly exhausted and not caring vibe it had for everything else to something distinctly grumpier. ]

First person to suggest a warm glass of milk is liable to get a boot up their ass, though. I'm not five.