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[ Her mind races in too many directions at once. She presses a hand to her temple, sighing loudly. ]
Damn it. Lounds might have been a pain in the neck, but she didn't deserve that.
I thought the nanites in our bodies were supposed to revive us. Why didn't it...?
[ But that isn't a question directed at Chilton and for that she quickly adds: ] Sorry, Doc. This is a lot to process.