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[avorn]

[ The play is brief, probably no more than 30 seconds at maximum. Tauriel is there on it's screen, looking as if she were speaking to her wrist- or that she'd found a way to strap her communicator on as such. Hands free was much easier.

There is a small amount of blood splatter on her face, though it doesn't appear to be from any wound of her own. She looks, for an elf, almost a little distraught. A common expression for her, these days. ]

If anyone has found any answers to this cure- I would much appreciate. I do not enjoy killing those who do not deserve it, but if things progress as they are, I cannot argue that there may be no other way.

[ And with that, the feed ends, not quite abruptly. She has things to do, people to protect, as best she can. This airborne sickness may have infected most, but that didn't mean she could keep the senseless violence at bay. ]

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[avorn]

[ The immune. Ah. Okay, so the exact opposite of all her thoughts. Although now that she is stopping to think about it, it does make a bit more sense. ]

So I would be of assistance, then? [ A beat. ] If there is a way to save those who have been infected, I will gladly offer myself for study. Though ... It is my kind that keeps me immune, not any sort of speciality that was granted upon arrival.

[ But I mean, hey. There's probably a lot you can do with a bit of elf blood, one would imagine. ... Not that she'd know what allt that fancy gadgetry is about. ]

[shuckit]

That could still tell us something.

[ maybe her race's brain isn't wired the same, maybe it has something else that nullifies it. either way, there's something from keeping her, a biological creature, from being infected, beyond being naturally immune. ]

Can you come by the Heropa university labs?

[avorn]

That I can do.

[ She's left the majority of infected for now, anyway. Finding her way will only take a quick stock of a map, and speed to get her there. ]

Is there nothing else you need that I can get while outside of the safe zones?

[ Might as well ask. She has free access to most everywhere, remember. ]

[shuckit]

[ he nods, appreciative of her help, but not great at really voicing much at the moment. after a pause, thomas chewing at his lower lip, he thinks up a few things the people working on the cure might need. ]

Some basics, maybe. Food, water. If you can find pillows and blankets, or cots.

[ no one's gotten much sleep, least of all thomas, and while he doesn't intend to really change that (until teresa comes and drags him away from the lab), the others still need rest. people need to stay healthy, especially if they aren't immune and didn't stick to the green zone quarantine. ]