Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190722223928/@comment-5583506-20190807164105

The Retroriffic Man wrote: "Tanner... I'm sorry..." It didn't make much sense, but clearly she was thinking about a lot of different stuff.

She turned in her sleep, bringing a hand to her chest. To the item hanging around her neck. The microchip. Evangeline observed the microchip curiously for a moment, wondering just sort of connection it had to Doris. And to Tanner, seeing as she had mentioned him. But then again, she was sleep-talking. Who knew just what sort of ideas that flowed through her mind all at once.