[i]Thirteen twenty eight? Thir ... twent ... ate ... t-ate, Tate? I'll call you Tate.

... If that's okay?[/i]

She waits for a moment for the feeling of acknowledgement or righteous indignation that will indicate the geist's view on this new appellation - but after a few moments of feeling neither she decides to just roll with it. After all, it's a good name. Isabelle is definitely good at naming things. This is fact.

"Okay, Tate" she says, reaching down to her wrist to grab the bangle hanging there. "Activate the subspace transmitter. Let's see who's out there."

As to whether she can send a message, well yes - she has worked on every component of Emberlight personally and reviewed all their specs. And that includes the transmitter and bandwidths of her comm units. So she's familiar with the standard TC broadcasting protocols - whether it be the lower frequency navsat buoy channels, or the ultra-high frequencies typically used for system communications.

And then there's the standard spacer emergency broadcast frequency. She'd never expected to need it, but a pedantic need to follow safety protocols meant that it was ingrained on her memory regardless of her wants.

Bringing up the bangle and activating it, a small hard-light display shimmers into being in front of her. The processing power of her personal computer wasn't the best, her more powerful tech was back in the lab after all, but it would do in a pinch. It also had the benefit of being easily portable and expensive enough that most people may not recognise what it was she was carrying around.

[i]As those two clearly didn't. Worst. kidnappers. ever. Would not be kidnapped by them again. I hope Solarel can deal with them when they catch up to her.[/i]

"Just tell me where I can plug this into the network." she says to Tate, booting up a voice recording and transmitter app.