"I was expecting your family would help you but perhaps they're not equipped to do so. I can make a copy of your keys though that won't solve the landlord issue."

"If you wheelchair me to a payphone I guess I can call up Uncle Dex and probably he'll be able to do some dumb good person thing which'll instantly make everything better even though I don't have a legal identity.  If I wanna stick around, which - it's not really very sexy for the first ever resurrected person to off herself again and wait to come back until there are a couple hundred others and everybody already knows about stuff and hopefully existing doesn't feel like shit, is it.  And - what if I merge in the meantime, I don't really want to do that now - but I hate weird intermediate stages ughhhhh."

"...sorry."

"Thank you.  And sorry.  I get that you're - trying . . . maybe I could go to Verona instead, though I guess that's kind of a bad look for you if people found out later even though I'd probably do okay - can you make money; I could hole up at my uncle's and just not really interact with society until later . . ."

"Counterfeit is a bad habit but I could make you stuff to pawn?"

"Yeah okay."

"I do also, like, have some money, but I'm not used to this currency and don't know how far it would get you."

"No yeah I'm okay with pawning.  It's fine - like, actually fine, doesn't make me want to take enough omnilol that I don't come back down at all."

"Does that happen?"

"Not on accident?  - Maybe little kids could, I guess."

Cam fills a bag with plausible heirlooms.

The ex-star sits up and scoots her way across the floor to the shuttle door, still enblanketed.

"You ready to, uh, wheelchair out of here?"

"Yeah."

Wheelchair is produced and he rolls her out.

No payphone is immediately in evidence but if they head towards civilization one becomes apparent in pretty short order.

"Kay, if you wanna head off - which it kind of seems like you do - I'll probably be okay from here."

"I do want to have a way to get in touch, can I give you a phone-like thing?"

"I'll take it."

Phone!

"Thanks." She tries to dial her uncle on it and looks back up at Cam when that doesn't work.  "You got a couple black pieces for the - oh, somebody left some."  It takes her two tries to input the number correctly.

"Hey.  Uh don't hang up but it's Ashley.  Yeah.  I - let's go with 'I had to fake my own death'; I'll explain later I'm really sorry.  It's not - no - I'm fine but can you come get me?  Not that fine, right now please - I'm at - "  She names the intersection.

Cam will wait with her for the uncle in question.

She doesn't try to make conversation.  Fiddles with the controls on the blanket but doesn't take it off.

Eventually:

" - Ashley!  And who's this?"

"My name is Cam."

"Nice to meet you.  Ash, are you - fragile - "