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[The communicator unknowingly turns on and you can hear Shirley's speaking a bit quietly to herself at this point, her voice sounds a bit uncertain, because she has just read the welcome message]
...A prison? This can't be right, can't it? Though...maybe it can, I can't really--
[She stops midsentence, and starts speaking into the communicator now that she realizes it's on]
Hello? Is anyone out there?
[She pauses as she glances down at her clothes, realizing they're covered in blood. She hesitates for a moment before speaking up again]
Ah- it looks like I need some new clothes too,...with how they look now at least. Maybe there's a place around here that can help me with that?