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[This pops up on the magitek a few days after the dossier for the upcoming mission; Fiona's voice is smooth and friendly, like she's quite practiced at speaking to people.]

Hey, Ophelia. Fiona here.

Looks like our next mission requires some backstory work -- and unlike last time, we can't rely on "ignorant tourist." So, because of my experience with this sort of, uh... situation, I'm willing to help everyone out, because I'd rather we didn't all get thrown in cyber-jail because one of you screwed up.

I'm also from a universe where cybernetics are commonplace, so I can help you get the lowdown on that. [Just don't ask her about technical details. It will be embarrassing for everyone involved.]

So, let me know if you need help, advice, whatever -- we're all in this together, after all. And, as you all know, I'm an altruist.

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[She doesn't need your PITY, 2B.]

Yeahhh. But -- humans have spread out among six galaxies in my... time, universe, whatever. So a couple planets out of that many isn't that bad.

[undeserved]

[ BUT THAT'S MESSED UP YO!! She doesn't know anything about this topic, and she's aware of that, but still... that has to be an incredible number of humans living in squalor and being treated poorly. It doesn't seem right. ]

... Maybe. [ still, she's not about to disagree with Fiona on the topic. ] You still have to live there.

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[Welcome To Pandora, as the billboards say. It's audio, so Fiona feels free to scrunch up her face a little; it's not distaste at 2B's... empathy? Pity? Whatever this is. But rather she doesn't really know how to answer that.]

Yeah, well... a lot of people -- humans -- live in poor conditions. You'll see once we get to Drakstaden. [Or so she assumes, judging by the dossier.]

Hopefully we'll be able to change things for them, at least.