"[i]But when I saw the acid splash boisterous, I was afraid; and beginning to lose my step through the valley, I cried, saying, Omnissiah, save me. And immediately the Machine spirit stretched forth his might, and displaced me forthwith, and said unto me, O thou of little faith, wherefore didst thou doubt?[/i]", Secunda recited her own old debriefing sermon with a sad chuckle, rubbing her shoulder. "Most were sure that I somehow calculated the displacer trajectory on the fly. After this report, there has been a split between those thinking me a liar, those thinking me lucky madcog, and those who entertained the thought of my report being the truth."

She slowly examined the implanted ident-chip through her skin, wincing her way through a disgustingly distracting bruise. She wouldn't hold this semi-consensual privilege allocation against November. After all, it's been a marker of trust - and, as Toros loved repeating, a little trust goes a long way. It just was Secunda's time to make a long way out of the little trust she had to operate with.

"Never cared to validate who assumed what. Always knew that you, of all people, would land among the believers at the end of the cycle, given the minefield to pass.", Magina shrugged, moving closer to the data terminal. "It matters little who you believe - or do not believe - me to be. It just matters that one annoying old lady gave you access to the classified report on how she made it through her own gauntlet and knew that you would figure it out when you'll have to push through yours."

[[b]-1 Reassurance, if that doesn't lift her spirits, I don't know what will[/b]]