Jozz Sleeman puts down whatever scrap of electronics she was working on and sighs. "Alright, Jeffro. Feed me that info packet to me while I get ready for the cast." 

Jozz's muse, whom she named Jeffro, feeds her the info pack data punctually in his usual helpful and concise style. The little entity of data and algorithm making its own preparations for the cast as well as helping Jozz with her own. Chats to put on hold, schedules to rework, data to consume. Projects and whatnot to stow till they can be returned to. 

Once farcasted and sleeved in a decent Exalt morph, Jozz picks up her usual feeds as she picks up what gear and software she needs for her job. New software going into beta, what's new in her hacker circles, news about what's going on all over the solar system and what might be going on beyond it. "Always got to keep yer eye on new horizons" as her pop always told her. Cheesus Crust, she misses the old days of being a spacer; the long burns between heavenly bodies may have been boring but there's just not much like that sense of scale and adventure they brought.