[Madi is used to being alone, so it's not that she's particularly bothered by how empty this whole place seems to be. She's also pretty comfortable around other people, all things in her life considered, so that's not it either. But hearing someone in distress over a walkie-talkie (which she thankfully is familiar with) gives her pause; that's not being alone and it's not being around people. It's something else entirely.
It takes her a little while before she "answers," just holding the walkie and mulling over what to say in her head for a few long seconds before she settles on something that didn't even need a lot of thought anyway.]
Are you okay? [And, for good measure, because in her limited experience, people are just as likely to speak Trigedasleng as they are English,] Yu ste laksen?
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It takes her a little while before she "answers," just holding the walkie and mulling over what to say in her head for a few long seconds before she settles on something that didn't even need a lot of thought anyway.]
Are you okay? [And, for good measure, because in her limited experience, people are just as likely to speak Trigedasleng as they are English,] Yu ste laksen?