[Misato is sitting ramrod straight in her chair, trying to maintain a businesslike attitude. She has her Warden Item in her lap and one hand is wrapped tightly around it like she's afraid she'll lose it if she's not careful. She's speaking in a professional monotone. It almost sounds rehearsed.]

I'd like to take this moment to commend every Inmate that got their Wardens to safety and offer my condolences to anyone who died or was affected badly by this port.

For the moment, I'll be resigning as lead investigator on the power influxes a few months ago. I understand that the investigation, while ongoing, has ground to a halt, but I refuse to not see it to the end. If anyone has any information, please field it to John Smith or Mr. Nygma, assuming Mr. Nygma feels up to it, for the time being.

[She pauses and then inhales deeply.] I... Might not be reachable for the next week or so.

[Private to Bel]

Thank you for getting me out.

[Misato is in the south wing, about an hour after her saturation chamber adventure. She's sobbing and yelling and... Not quite there. She seems to be responding to things that no one's asking and no, it's no ghost. It's just stuff in her own head. Yeah... The saturation chamber kinda messed her up and between that and all the ghosts, she thinks she is back in an asylum and being interrogated.... Or more accurately, having a folding chair session.]

I hate the dark. I hate it.

[There's a pause, like someone on the other end of a phone line is talking and she's listening.]

No.

[Another pause. Shorter this time.]

NO.

[And another.]

NO. NO. NO. STOP.

[And another.]

DON'T. DON'T DO THIS.

[Annd another]

IT'S NOT TRUE. IT'S NOT TRUE.

[And another.]

IT'S NOT. THIS IT NOT THE TRUE MYSELF. I JUST DON'T WANNA FACE THE HARSH REALITY.

NO. NO. NO.

[And she breaks off into racking sobs. She'll respond, but she'll be pretty accusatory and crazy.]

[[OOC: Yes, I did steal all this from canon, but she never actually HAD a folding chair session in her timeline. I didn't want her to be left out. :|]]

WHAT?!

[After a moment of... Christian Bale-ing in an incoherent fashion, she finally comes back calmer, but still agitated.]

Admiral, when I said I wanted a reassignment, I didn't mean three days later. Way to let a girl get back on her feet.

[Private to Bel]

I have nothing to say to you right now.