TLV: IC Inbox

[primedirector]

"Hey, it's Jesse. I'll be right back."

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Private

[talesuntold]

With Red down, reiterating the request to me know if you need help on inventory. I can take shifts.

This is also most likely a port month, per our usual patterns. He usually spends a lot of time on inventory restocks when we stop, so I volunteer in advance for that. Whether he's available to help or not.

Re: Private

[primedirector]

Oh, shit. I'm... sorry? Is 'sorry' the right platitude here?

...he's gonna be okay, yeah?

Re: Private

[talesuntold]

Yeah? I mean, yes, Barge comas don't do any lasting physical harm, but I think this is the first one he's had in the four and a half years since he got here, and worrying about my people is my default state.

I have a theory that people are more likely to vanish the less connected they are to other people on board, so I feel much better when any inmates I care about are moving and engaged.

He'll be fine.

Re: Private

[primedirector]

..and you are a hundred percent freaked out about it.

[Aaand we said the quiet part loud again. Shit.]

Do you need, like. Um. A hug, or a shoulder, or something...?

Sorry, it's- been a while since I've had to, like. Help people. Emotionally.

Re: Private

[talesuntold]

[At least that made Maggie laugh.]

Excuse me, I'll have you know I am only 95 percent freaked out. I have to save 5 percent of my emotional capacity for other things.

I'm stress baking. Want some brownies?

Re: Private

[primedirector]

Sounds like you're gonna have a lot of them. I'll come and get some, I've got a few people I can help hand them off to.

Re: Private

[talesuntold]

Thanks, Jesse. See you soon.