[ After finally being able to return to her own apartment and clean herself up, Anne tentatively begins to explore the outside more, now that the worst seems to be over. She's seeking out where the bombs dropped, partially out of morbid curiosity and partially out of a desire to help. She can't just stay at home.
It's nice to walk and talk, and these tablets are handy, so she attempts to use it properly for the first time, flipping on the video to address people at large. This face greets you, Exsilium, and it looks just as happy as in the picture! Same dress, even. She might get an unpleasant reaction from some natives soon because of it... ]I can still scarcely believe what I have been told, and what I have seen with mine own eyes. This was once my home, but how can I call it so now when I look about and see nothing but disease, horror, and strangers who either suffer or condemn. My heart breaks, and I know not how to piece it back together in this wake.
There must be a sane and like-minded soul here who is willing to make sense to me. My name is Anne Boleyn, and I am most grateful for any assistance provided in this hour of need, and for suggestions on how
I may assist. For your time and your consideration, you have my humbled thanks, and I continue to pray to Almighty God to bless you, and those most in need of His love and guidance in this dire time.
[ She leans back, lips twisting a moment in consideration, before continuing more softly. Anne isn't sure how to contact people privately using this. ]And if I could hear word of Mister Clovis and the Lady Daenerys, I would breathe a sigh of great relief.