Ah... you again...
Transcript
Gillie sits down at her desk in the corner of the living room and Talita walks up behind her on all sixes. It's a cluttered messy space obviously decorated by Gillie rather than Idrisah, with bug ferret posters, cups full of pens, stacks of paper, flags, character figurines, a stolen sign for "S 69th St," a plate and fork on the floor next to the chair, and an overflowing wastepaper basket. Two scroll monitors are attached to a support bar positioned diagonally over the corner desk. Gillie reaches up and pulls down on their draw cords to reveal the monitor screens. Bip's avatar on one of them, reclining with an eyebrow raised.
Talita: Ah. How long have you two been conspiring?
Bip begins transcribing her speech on the screen.
Gillie: (ASL) Since Eid. But hear us out.
Bip: It’s about paperwork. I'm assuming you looked up the Runaway's SIMS ID?
Talita sits down in a loaf position and folds her arms over her chest, unamused.
Talita: Yes. Amazingly, you don't have a record. …In the Jovian database, at least.
Gillie: (ASL) Yeah, but did you see? The vessel is listed as inactive!
