[There's the idle sound of pages flipping leisurely, fingers tapping. It's not too long before a young lady's voice interrupts the relative quiet of the feed.]

I must say, though it's a tad dank and musty up here, it seems just a tad less ugly and dilapidated than the rest of this place. The Captain's block comes highly recommended.

That, and if by some stroke of oddity you have not yet been informed, there are files on what seems to be every resident of the ship present. Some of them are quite revealing and the lot of you who may desire to keep your life's story private would be advised to rescue the documents immediately, before they are stolen.

My name is Rose Lalonde, and a few of you may remember me from several weeks ago, while KERNOS was in power, though I have been absent since. As a parting iota of wisdom, you may wish to keep a lantern or another source of light on your person this week. It appears we have some company in one of the lower holds and I doubt they'll be inclined to confine themselves there for long.

[Locked to John and Dave]

Have either of you caught sight of our files in mentioned Captain's block?
They seem to be curiously absent.