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	Cal buried her forehead into her hand, letting out a deep, shaky sigh. It was a mournful one, one of sorrow, but also of stress. What had happened was no doubt a tragedy, but they couldn't afford to dwell on it. If they spent too much time wallowing in their loss, then it wouldn't take long for the corpses to start piling up. So, as much as it pained the empathetic woman, they had to focus on the task at hand and honor their dead later. Some part of her was sure that the sudden sense of pragmatism was a coping mechanism to keep the painful memories away, but she didn't linger on this line of thought. Instead, she took a deep breath, and looked over to Tessa.

	[color=darkgray]"Tess, could you run back over to the Galley and get us a bunch of green liquid? Maybe if we dump it down there on Noah, the bots will assume it was Y2K who fell over the edge. It sounds insensitive, but...it might keep them off our backs for a bit,"[/color] Cal said, her lips curled into a frown. She then leaned over, putting a hand on Y92-6's shoulder and looking them in the eye, her voice suddenly softer. [color=darkgray]"Are you gonna need painkillers for the operation, or...is pain something you don't have to deal with anymore?"[/color]