[Jean gazes at the camera with a rare level of sheer grumpiness. Her hair is mussed and tangled, she's a little pale, and her voice is a bit hoarse.]

I hate comas. For the record.

[She blinks hard a few times.]

Did I miss anything urgent, over the past week? Does anyone need me for anything?

[Private to Andred]

[With a rueful smile - ]

You, especially.

[Private to Rosethorn]

[By the time she sends this message, she looks less aggravated and more presentable, though her smile is kind of shy.]

So, I wanted to talk to you after the breach, but... [People died, and then she passed out.

She shakes her head, running a hand through her air.] I just... I haven't seen my big sister in a long time, and...it was nice.

[Private to Fives]

[There's no smile, this time, just tense uncertainty.]

Hi. I...just wanted to tell you, I wasn't trying to make any choices for you. Or talk down to you.