How's life treating you?

Does anyone else have a weird sense of waiting for something?

[Private to Paddy and Judas, separate-like]

Doing better?

[Private to Aleera]

I wanna talk to you about something?

[Private to Denise.]

So what the hell do I need to do to graduate?

[Private to Jarod-voice.]

Are you alive, wonderboy?

[Those people on the sixth level might here a large amount of swearing and possibly things getting kicked around. People who know her probably get why this is a huge deal.]

[Multiple people checking in is totally chill.]

Well wasn't that fucking fun? See Admiral, this is what fucking happens when there's not a fucking pub on board. Bullshit fucking drama meetings.

Private to Denise

I got into a fucking fight. Sorry. Lock me fucking up if you have to.

Filtered to Denise and McCoy
I broke Statler's nose. He was fucking bragging about how he could steal shit from the infirmary and how he was hoarding pills. Maybe you should make that a little fucking harder this time?