"You would think so," she replies drily. With each displaced soul and every nightmare void, the irritating reality of her limitations is starting to wear her down. She forces a sigh in an effort to stop herself from being so tense. "I think it's more a case of getting comfortable with not being used to things. You can't rely on anything here. Except some of the people."

The decision is an easy one. The more contacts she can get the better. That lesson was ingrained in her early. Discovering how useful those contacts are can always be done later. She shrugs and nods. "Sure, and then I'll use it to send you mine."