Mark nearly jumped when Lauren addressed his companions directly, mainly because for a moment he thought she was a stranger, even though she had arrived there with them... right? he had helped her when her prosthetics gave out... wait no, that wasn't right, was that the premise of one of the last films he had played in?... he'd have to get his head checked later, maybe he DID hit it after all...<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">"that may be a good idea, it would help us get our bearings... if there IS something you can tap into... but if this is the digital world as the professor said, the computer may be useless or a terrifying tool to play god with."</span><br/><br/>he turned to his companions again.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">"by the way you two... is something... strange right now?"</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"how do you mean boss?"</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">"not sure... do you know Lauren and Sarah?"</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Sure we do, boss. They arrived with you...... didn't they?"</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(61, 142, 185)">"We haven't talked much with her before. Honestly most of your friends are strangers to us still."</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">"Still strangers... maybe that's the problem. i need to let the whole day settle first."</span>