[@Legend]

*A dry chuckle comes through the microphone, a sharp exhalation as I continue to collect my scattered, partially-floating, belongings for the inevitable descent.*

You know, my governess always told me that was the best way to greet new people. If only I had listened. Decrypting now, give me a moment.

*I go quiet for an unflatteringly long time as I fight with the computers aboard the [i]Eschatologue[/i], running through every decryption protocol I have stored. A few minutes later, a light blinks yellow, and I key the mic. My voice is celebratory, flush with the thrill of petty victories.*

Cracked it. I’m on Pilgrimage, for clarification: I’ve come to see all there is to see, out here so far from home. It’s one of the divine Sacraments, where I come from.