Vreta nodded, pausing a few moments as he looked around for a chair to pull up alongside her bed. He let out a long, slow breath as he took his seat. “Yes. The story I have heard is that terrorists hijacked two large ships and sent them hurdling towards the arcology. Between ground-based defenses and a Rothian drone squadron, they were able to stop them from crashing into the buildings completely, but they still dealt some damage. Like I said, a lot of fires. They also managed to get some hacked industrial droids in the building after us, but we fought them off and managed to evacuate. I…took a hard hit or two on the way out myself, but it was nothing serious. You were already hooked up to the medical droids being treated at the time, after you passed out.”

Vreta looked up to the Rothian doctor. “Does she need to stay here, or is she free to leave?”

The doctor turned her focus to Freyr directly. “You are not considered to be at risk anymore. While I do highly recommend a psychological evaluation, your body appears to be perfectly fine. Still, I do want to keep you monitored for at least the next day, just to be safe. The sensor links on you will keep a constant check on your vitals and let us record the data. You don’t need to stay in this bed for that, though. As long as you’re on the ship, the sensors can connect to the network.”

Across Freyr’s body were a handful of small, translucent disks attached to her skin at various points. Each were no larger than a centimeter in diameter, and were non-intrusive to the point that she had likely not even noticed them until the doctor pointed them out. They caused no irritation or other discomfort, at least.