IC ❥ Voicemail;

[executiveassistant]

You've reached the voicemail of Donna Paulsen. I am currently unavailable, but if you leave your name and a brief description of what you need, I will get back to you just as soon as I can.

Thank you.

[ Beep! ]

Comments

[executiveassistant]

[The look she gives him can best be described as deadeyed.]

No. Nope, nope, nope.

Refused.

[logicunlocked]

Believe me, I am completely on board with that. Somehow it's even creepier than the other theories I've heard.

[executiveassistant]

Oh good. Maybe I can win an award for "best reason to not sleep comfortably at night". It's been a dream of mine.

[logicunlocked]

I'll make sure to nominate you.

[executiveassistant]

[fear her sarcasm]

Well gee, you're a pal.

[logicunlocked]

Hey, maybe they'd have a good prize. Like a way to go home.

[executiveassistant]

[...she'd like that, but--]

I'm not a huge fan of wishful thinking.

[logicunlocked]

Hey, I understand that. What-ifs have never gotten anybody anywhere.

[executiveassistant]

Not anywhere that good company and alcohol has gotten anyone.

Speaking of--how're you feeling? Think you can handle our crazy existence here now?

[logicunlocked]

'S long as nobody else gets it in their head to storm the shuttle bay.

[ Clearly he finds this idea humorous and he's laughing about it as he takes another drink. ]

Seriously, I won't let a few misguided souls dampen the experience for me.

[executiveassistant]

[...wow okay.]

This place drives everyone space crazy, doesn't it?