[i][/i] Mossburg spoke up as his owner was busy in his apartment chopping up veggie-material blocks. The grey gargoyle-looking glider dicing the green block into workable bits. [i]"Who's it from? It an open line?"[/i] [i][/i] Sliding the almost cheese-like dices into a broth pot, David washed his taloned hands as he read the letter off his entropic. [i]"Huh ...Not sure why they would want me for a 'stack recovery, I think they just want to keep it in-house and are really reaching? ...I can't abide by a lost and trapped soul. Moss, can you get in contact with my insurgence clinic?"[/i] [i][/i] Giving a nod in appreciation, David let his muse work as he finished making his dinner... -- His senses swimming, Bennett looked over a rough abstraction of a 'view' of his schedule planner while inhabiting an infomorph server at a Noctis body bank clinic, just having put his glider on ice, locked up his flat. Told the building's AI how long he expected to be gone and other travel affairs, just sorting out the last details. [i][/i] Mossburg spoke up as he kept in touch with the staff minding and preparing the farcast. [i][/i] [i][/i] Mossburg finally spoke up.