Clary. [ A small flex of her fingers like maybe she was going to wave in greeting like a loser before she thought better of it. ] Clary Fray. In case you ever need to look me up on the network. And I'm sorry for being super alarming, really. I just figured you wouldn't want any bullshit right now.
[ A weak smile. ] Especially after being dropped like that.
[Fiona shrugs. She appreciates Clary's concern, really, but she doesn't want to show it. Gratefulness isn't a flattering emotion; it implies fear.] Yeah, it fucking sucked. They drop you guys like that, when you... [Fiona makes a vague gesture, like flying. When you got here.]
They're not really great with the whole health and safety thing. I mean I hear they have stuff to fix you up if you lose a leg or something? But death is death and I don't think they give a crap if you break your neck.
[Fiona frowns.] Isn't that, like, a waste of resources? Like, all that time training people up, food and shit, down the drain... [She thinks this over. The principle is remarkably similar to why you can't just wantonly fire anyone you want in fast food work-- at least, Fiona thinks it is. That's the template she's going off.] We're all an investment.
I think so. [ She isn't sure. ] Nobody's mentioned it yet. Some people got transferred. I'm not sure where they went to but I don't think anyone's contract has ended anyway.
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[ A weak smile. ] Especially after being dropped like that.
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[ She shrugs again, rearranging the towels in her arms. ] I wish I could tell you something good about all of this.
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