[ It takes time to process the message, to figure out the best way to respond. The last time she saw Tex, she wasn't even the same person she remembered from Freelancer. She was a glitched out copy that the Director kept trying to resurrect. ]

...I'm not angry with you, Tex. I know the truth and I know how he lied, what he did to all of us just to-

[ The anger that burned in her for so long has gone out, much as she wants to stay angry at the director she's done hating a man who's dead. For someone who couldn't let go. It still doesn't keep her from feeling bitter over how easily she was played for a fool. She takes a deep breath, a bit awkward as she tries to figure out how to deal with someone she never knew how to handle. ]

I don't know how much you know about what happened. I survived the fall. It's been a few years since then.