[And the reply she gets comes with all the cheerful teenage sarcasm that's merited by the situation.]
Welcome to the good ship Moira. You've been brought on as intergalactic slave labor. Once you stepped through the Ingress completely against your will, you got assigned a job that may or may not be totally outside your realm of experience, probably by the mysterious Captains who don't talk much except to give orders.
As for COMPASS, they probably aren't responsible, which is why there are so many more bells and whistles. You could have friends here though; sometimes it happens, even if they're unexplicably aged five years and think they're all hot stuff now because they're experienced.
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Welcome to the good ship Moira. You've been brought on as intergalactic slave labor. Once you stepped through the Ingress completely against your will, you got assigned a job that may or may not be totally outside your realm of experience, probably by the mysterious Captains who don't talk much except to give orders.
As for COMPASS, they probably aren't responsible, which is why there are so many more bells and whistles. You could have friends here though; sometimes it happens, even if they're unexplicably aged five years and think they're all hot stuff now because they're experienced.