[IC Inbox -- Snowblind]

[heavensreader]

Is it worki - oh. Ahem. This is Kesara Freamon. Please leave your message here and I will call back on you as soon as I can.







Wait, is it still - argh, how do I ma-

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[heavensreader]

East. [There is a hint of conviction in her voice, a spark she tries to fan into a flame. But it is hard going.] I know we need to go east, but - I don't know what else.

[devoutish]

Still in rough terrain? I've got a helmet to give you.

[heavensreader]

You do? [She perks up a little. Perhaps it's a nicer one than Quark's helmet.] Would it fit under my hat?

[It surely wouldn't fit over her hat. Nothing could possibly fit over her hat.]

[devoutish]

It will, yeah. You'll need to bunch your hair up into it.

[heavensreader]

I could try... but it's really a very great amount of hair, Mr. Solomons.

[devoutish]

I suppose you're not gonna chop any of it off, are you?