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[alterer]

[The feed cracks on with a rather tense looking woman, staring at you all.]

It seems I've arrived at the end of something major.

[Her tone is a little on the weary side, frustration seeping into her words whether she intends it or not.]

Tell me then, what exactly are we dealing with here? All explanations thus far have been a little lacking in detail. The sooner we wrap this up, the sooner I can get back to my own work.

[A beat.]

Is everyone alright? If we're going to be stuck in this together, checking as much seems a good start.

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[lostundercover]

Billy Costigan. You?

[alterer]

Nilin.

[Given what she came from, her surname is one she should probably keep quiet for the time being. Then again, if there is anyone from home here lurking in the dark, this will be enough to draw them out.]

Nilin Cartier-Wells.

[lostundercover]

[There's a pause.]

Where and when are you from?

[alterer]

[She pauses in return.]

Neo-Paris, France. 2084.

[lostundercover]

You related to those rich diamond and jewelry Cartiers?

[Because that, of all things, he will judge her for.]

[alterer]

[A beat. Nilin takes a moment to think on that.]

Not that I'm aware of.

[In her defense, her memories are still fragmented and missing in parts.]

Would your opinion of me change if I were?

[lostundercover]

Only if you act like it.