The man nodded, stretching his face into a taut smile. His eyes remained fixed on the alien. After a pregnant pause, he replied “Great, well, I think I have everything I need for today. We’ll take it from here. Thank you both - I’m terribly sorry this happened to you. Dr Lang, I know this must weigh particularly heavy on you." The man’s stare began unlocking all the horrors of the day, and Freyr felt her own eyes welling up with tears. “A liaison will be with you both tomorrow. Freyr, I took the liberty of signing off some military-grade PTSD meds for you; they should be arriving at your apartment soon. Get a good night’s rest, and we’ll be in touch.” He nodded, to signal that he’d finished talking.

Freyr got up shakily, desperate to get away from all these people. She turned to Vreta and mumbled something which may have sounded like ‘thank you for saving me’ before rushing to the centre of the room and logging out of the Cradle.