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[deathpending]

Good evening. I am Dr. Jonathan Reid, of London, England. I arrived here as I imagine many of you did, through those ghastly eggs.

Should you need a field surgeon or a physician's services, I offer both freely. You may find me in the infirmary or reach me through these devices. I regret that I have no resume or other prior reference to offer, only that I served in the War, and I'm accustomed to making do with very little.

Thank you for your time.

Comments

[freightcars]

Yeah, but I kind of stayed a little caught up over the years, so

You get used to it. You're not the only one. Friend of mine made the jump, too, except he didn't get periodic updates exactly like I did. Didn't take him long.

[deathpending]

Most heartening, thank you.

Is there anything else I should know about this camp? I spoke to the officers, and it went pleasantly, but is there anything that may be more pertinent to us?

[freightcars]

the guy who runs security is a jackass and the sanitation crew is growing mary warner

[deathpending]

[ growing... what ]

Who is the gentleman on security? Can he not be spoken to?

[freightcars]

His name is Remi. You can speak to him, but I don't know why anyoen would want to.

[deathpending]

Extremely disagreeable, I take it?