(4) [audio // locked to Sabriel // 10% unhackable]

[aprimemover]

Sabriel, do you, uh...want to get a drink or something?

[The Rowan's not good at socializing. She's had no practice.

...Or technology. She selected the "lock" option WHY ISN'T THAT GOOD ENOUGH.]

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[Audio // locked, 10% unhackable]

[aprimemover]

Sergei's is fine.

Uh...when are you free?

[Yeah like anyone on this boat has anything but free time.]

[Audio // locked, 10% unhackable] / [commentlog]

[aprimemover]

Oh, that's fine. I'll be down in a moment.

[It's actually closer to ten minutes, since the Rowan goes and nervously checks herself in the bathroom mirror beforehand, losing track of time while she once again comes to the conclusion that there's nothing she can do about her looks.

Then, realizing she's lost track of time and is probably keeping her maybe-friend waiting, she checks Sergei's with clairvoyance, teleports into the empty women's room, and emerges, looking for Sabriel. It's not rude if no one sees you do it!]