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[circumitus]

"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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[audio]

[circumitus]

[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.]

[audio]

[onlyanautomaton]

Even machines require downtime for reparation and maintenance.

[audio]

[circumitus]

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.]

[audio]

[onlyanautomaton]

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

[audio]

[circumitus]

But I do it all the time!

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

[audio]

[onlyanautomaton]

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

[audio]

[circumitus]

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.]

[audio]

[onlyanautomaton]

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.]