>>: Aspen Harlow

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To: __Aspen Harlow

Sender ID:__. Rebecca Harper

Message Origin:_ The Crow Nebula.

Subject:___ Hope you remembered to breathe through all that.

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[Rebecca was propped up on a rather comfortable looking queen size bed, the dimmed light coming from the lamp that appeared to be sat on a nightstand on the left frame of the camera and the strap that might look quite like the one from Rebecca's go bag usually kept aboard the Skyline. Suggesting that she had just arrived at her current lodgings before she decided to record this message. Yet, despite that fact, a cheeky grin was currently splashed across her face, something that had become an increasingly rare sight on her face these last few years.]

Now, I don't know why you'd think you had to thank me for that when we both clearly have benefitted from that little trip, even if I have to admit I feel like I came back from it with more questions than anything else.

[Her grin grew even bigger, as her voice took on an ever increasingly playful and teasing tone.]

Annnnd, even if something along the lines of gratitude or anything of the type was believed to be owed. Which they aren't might I emphasise once again. In a certain someone's eyes, they might just say that piece of good news you just brought might be the sort of thing a gal' who was getting worried she might be due a serious conversation with Mister Hart would consider better than anything else aside.

Though that particular gal' might start thinking between yourself, Alex, Ant, Vicks, and even Vincent, all trying to throw employment her way, that there might be some objections to her plans of quiet retirement and enjoying life. Almost as if there was a prevailing opinion that she might be too young to retire.

[She'd giggle before her voice lost it's more teasing and edge and dropped back to a more cheery one.]

Piss taking aside though, anytime Asp, was nice to stretch my space legs as it were. And more importantly congratulations on working off that debt or deal of yours. That sort of news would be the type I'd drink to if I still indulged in that particular vice.

But to answer your question, no word from our mutual associate himself, buuut I did get word through a supposed intermediate supposedly better-equipped for-

[Some of the cheer dropped away from her voice, with the slightest hint of frustration creeping into her voice as she moved onto the next subject amd her free hand came up with fingers mimicing quotation marks.]

-unsolicited visitors.

So, at the moment, it seems it's stand-by to stand-by on my end. But if this intermediate shows her face where I am, I'll know she got the answer from him, and I hopefully will have my part in this little plot quickly wrapped up.

[Her smile returned once more after she fell silent for a moment.]

Speaking of Coronado, story was last I heard, that my little brother rests his head on the Gate these days. On the off chance you cross paths with Jace while you're there, could you do me a favour and make sure he's doing alright?

Oh, and if I'm remembering Goodman as that colony ship captain, right, do, please let me know if he still has that stick up his arse, yeah?

But otherwise, enjoy yourself, and I'll see you back at home, alright?