[Ask who? Murphy was missing, trying to pin Alex down had been like trying to pick up water. And she's pretty sure that all it would take is the right push in the right place for Asato to hand it straight back to her if she asked, and just treating him like that would feel like a point of no return all on its own.

Kinda sad, when the only person you can trust with your burden is a person you couldn't trust with his own.]

Whatever, it's done now.

[And she doesn't sound happy about that, but it's disappointment in herself that weighs the words down rather than any desire for the thing. She lifts a hand, slowly turning the container of soup around on the tray. It's an idle, distracted sort of movement, a mirror to the way her thoughts loop around.]

Murph's back. Alex is... stable. Something's up with the bridge, but nothing that puts anyone in immediate danger. I guess the most I have to worry about right now is figuring out a way to tell if my friends are really my friends or messed-up creepy doppelgangers. It's practically a holiday.