Inbox

[artistinexile]

You have reached the inbox of the former Grand Admiral Thrawn of the Imperial Star Destroyer Chimaera and the Seventh Fleet, also formerly known as Senior Commander Mitth'raw'nuruodo of the Springhawk.

I will return your message promptly.

[The message repeats in six different languages]

Comments

[artistinexile]

These were gathered posthumously on my own body, as I lay in the infirmary recovering. Astarion's file is far less complete, for obvious reasons.

[todayiwas]

[She looks a little more surprised.]

The infirmary has such instruments?

[artistinexile]

Yes. Many.

[He inclines his head, shutting down the computer and handing Justine her device back]

Most are standard units of measure. Blood pressure and heart rate are two of the most important, as a sudden drop or increase is a good indication that a worse adverse event is about to take place.

[todayiwas]

I have much to learn, but fortunately, I have all of the library and so many knowledgeable people to help.

[She inclines her head.]

Thank you. And do let me know about the bacta. I'd like to see it work for myself.

[artistinexile]

Of course. It was a pleasure speaking with you.

[genuinely!]

If you have further questions before I've secured the bacta, I am usually available.

[todayiwas]

[She holds up the device on her way back out of the door.]

This will keep me occupied for quite some time! [She flashes him another grin.]

My cabin is upstairs. First floor, third cabin. I'm awake most hours, so please stop by whenever you'd like.

[artistinexile]

[He inclines his head, intending to take Justine at her word]

I shall.

[todayiwas]

[She's gone with a polite wave, eager to get started on her massive amounts of reading.]