"No, I guess I haven't been dead that long for much to happen."

"I can keep you updated if anything new happens."

"Thanks."

"I can help you improve the comms system you've set up if you'd like?"

"Yeah. I'm working with pretty limited parts but it could stand to be better."

"What sort of ways do you want to improve on it?"

Sure, they can talk shop to distract from the fact that Lorica has been innocently Birdcaged incommunicado and dead.

Eventually the Fairy Queen is done consulting with her other shades.

"Have your endeavors with the Polymath born fruit, Scout?"

"Depends on your standards for fruit."

"What about by your standards?"

"I can talk to her."

"There are other builders in my retinue you may talk to as well should you desire."

"I think what I've got to talk to her is serviceable enough..." Actually though. She turns back to the apparatus. "Dragon, if I tell you where to get a backup of Rete, an inert one that won't notice you doing anything, can you send it in to me?"

"Yes, so long as I can do so without leaving any evidence." Dragon's really stretching the reading to get even that much leeway but she can just barely justify it.

"My implants. I've got a Rete backup in my left knee implant, if my body was recovered. If you've got to wait till I'm buried and nobody's looking obviously do that."

"The implants will likely be removed before your body is buried since they're Tinkertech - I'll be tasked with cataloging them and can copy Rete then. I can try to set up a node on one of the Birdcage maintenance devices to run it though I'm afraid artificial intelligence is rather outside of my specialty, and I might need your help."

"Yeah. I can try to have something ready to receive it by then, presuming," snort, "that my queen will allow it."

The Fairy Queen is insane but not unobservant.

"You will find me much more accommodating if you do not disrespect my rank. I will let you off this once with just a warning because I am responsible for you as one of my flock and entertained by your independence, but if you were anyone else I would have your head for such misbehavior."

Lorica's estimate of Glaistig Uaine plummets instantaneously from 'surprisingly decent all things considered'. She doesn't have a face, so she's not making a facial expression about it. The suit mostly works how she's used to it working, maybe it can level out her voice too. "Is there a formal description of how I am to refer to you and otherwise conduct myself that I might consult."

"No."

Uh-huh. "Alas."

"You may consult with some of my subjects if you'd like advice on such courtesies."

"Is there one you recommend?"

"My Songbird, perhaps?"

"How would I find the Songbird?"