Well, now that Arturia had come to learn how to use the communicator she also found she had several unread messages. This one in particular hadn’t been addressed to her directly but it was from someone trying to help fix what was going on and they seemed to know Mister Bashir, who Arturia felt was generally trustworthy from their initial meeting and one of the may have found something useful.

Her shoes clicked softly on the metal floor as she stepped through the door. It opened with a soft metallic ‘woosh’. That was something the woman couldn’t grow accustomed to. Doors opening on their own volition was so foreign and uncomfortable to her.

“Hello?” her accent drew out the ‘o’ on the word. She couldn’t remember than man’s name, the one who had sent out the other message, but names held little meaning for her without a face to attach them to.

She wasn’t planning on giving either of them her blood, unless provided with an excellent reason. The woman had very bad experiences with others taking her blood and she wasn’t totally comfortable with the thought that someone would cut her to take her blood. She knew there was probably a better way to do things like that now but it still made her uncomfortable.

Arturia poked her head around one of the shelves in the lab, seeing the man whom she assumed had sent the message, “Oh, hello.”