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( A sleepy Steph starts up the video, yawning a little before she takes her thumb off the camera to reveal herself. She's not messy or sloppy or anything like that, just yawning. Her voice is very matter-of-fact and she nods occasionally as she speaks to confirm how right her point is. )

Y'know I think this place needs to give newbies a warmer welcome. Hotels give you like coffee and maybe a fruit basket? We need that, waiting in our suite for us. Maybe with a cute message card saying something like, "Welcome to our city, and oh, remember you're stuck here! Have a mocha on us!" It's common courtesy to give folks some kind of compensation.

( She pauses. She's forgetting something, isn't she... Oh, right! )

Oh yeah, I'm Stephanie. Or Steph. Probably not Stephie. ( Bad memories associated with that one. ) Aaaand I really want a mocha. That actually sounds really good right now. Nice to meet you and especially nice to meet you if you know about a Turtlebucks close to the Wood Sector.

( Confirm her secret identity in this place as an ordinary and hilarious college student? Check. She honestly is seriously thinking about her situation, but for now she doesn't want that to show through as Stephanie Brown. Gotta be safe and all. )

I think that's everything? Laters.

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You're looking for my friend Brenda. "Organic produce farmed sustainably", and whatnot.

I don't know if I want to find her, then. I don't think frappucinos would pass the organic healthy living test.

You're in luck. She's back home, and your frappucinos are safe. [There's the slightest note of wistfulness in his tone. He won't say it out loud, but Brenda's one of the folks back home that he misses the most.]

Steph, right? I'm Jaime. Welcome to the turtle.

Well, phew. Don't gotta start up the frappucino protection program yet.

And yep, that's me! ( She grins. ) Thanks. It's nice to meet you, Jaime.

You seem to be taking "trapped on a giant turtle in some dimension in the middle of nowhere" well. Minus the caffeine thing.

Eh, well, there's no use crying over spilled milk... or um no use crying over extremely weird situations, right? It's not that I'm not upset or scared or anything like that. I just know I won't get through the day if I focus on that stuff.

I like the way you think. The less people freak, the better. Not that I can really blame them for it. [Sure, he's used to it, but not everybody else is.]