"That'd be telling. Thought you'd appreciate the value of a certain amount of decentralisation, yeah?" Malcolm typed as he talked, and soon the message to Ana was deleted from the system.*

"Drop system I can do," he said. "Reckon the infirmary meltdown's the result of all those fuckers cooped up in there at once? After getting fucking ... chewed on and all? Can't have helped." He looked up at her, curious. "How 'delicate' we talking here, anyway?"


*[Up to y'all if you want anything to have been seen in the interim.]