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"Um. Hey."

[Judging right away from the tone and lack of Russian inflection this time, the one known as Safronov has checked out, and Rey is Rey again.]

"So it looks like at some point when being... unwell, the upper floor at the Speakeasy lost its Casino manager, Firo. He helped to organize the whole thing with me when Delight's bar went out of commission, so... Would rather not have to keep handling the place solo. If anyone would like to help there in any way, it'd be appreciated."

[She'll leave the convenient signup at the Speakeasy/Casino available for those who wish to help.]

"And, um. Sorry for those who had to deal with one of my... other selves." [Yeah, she remembers. Some of it, anyway. She has complicated feelings towards Safronov.]

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Ah.

[Well, this is awkward. She'll never get used to the fact that there are this many people who care about her, it still throws her off.]

...

Sure, no worries. Been pretty much at my limit this last week, anyway. Not really going anywhere.

[Hopefully she will be in better shape once the new fish start coming through the Door. Rey's got a welcome nice to do.]

[There is a pause on Oscar's end.]

Were you involved in the latest battle?

[He hopes she wasn't involved in the latest battle.]

What? No. Could barely get off the floor, let alone make it to wherever that shit happened.

[She's just glad that Nick seemed to have gotten through that ordeal in one piece.]

[Though Oscar did not see her during the conflict, he did fear she would attempt to engage the creatures anyway despite her condition. She has been seen to perform similar actions in the past.]

It is important that you grant yourself the time that you need to heal.

[MAN WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP TELLING HER THAT--?

[(Because you're Rey and you initially thought it'd be a great idea to try and crawl out of bed to fight some demons. Just a thought, Rey.)]

Yes, I know. Getting plenty of rest lately. Don't know how much rest I can handle.

[sigh]

Try to think of it as a well-earned respite.

[Snort.]

"Well-earned", huh? Can't really think of the last thing I've done that could make this count as well-earned. Though it would explain the headaches. [Because she's probably "earned" those.]

Miss Rey.

You are doing yourself a disservice by belittling and undervaluing your accomplishments. For as long as I have been here, time and again I have observed you putting the security and welfare of others before your own. The same cannot be said of everyone.

[Rey falls quiet for a moment...

[And then she just sort of... laughs.]

Thanks, Oscar. I'll be putting my security into a little more consideration for a few days, so no worries.

[Bless Robot Uncle.]

Edited 2018-04-16 23:17 (UTC)

Even machines require downtime for reparation and maintenance.

Of course. Don't want to worry about overheating or anything. That can be a problem even for me, just... differently.

[In Rey's case, she literally catches fire if she pushes her limits too much. Bad news bears all around.]

Yes, Miss Rey. We don't want to begin playing with fire.

But I do it all the time!

[It helps when you don't burn to death.]

So long as you remain in control of it, Miss Rey. Overheating would surely introduce complications.

Heat is my forte. Might've taken some trial and error and even burning my hair off one time, but it's managed now.

[Yes, Rey was bald at one point. Imagine that.]

For your hair's sake, I hope you are right.

[Not to mention for the safety of the structures in town that remain standing after their war with the Null.]

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