The following can be heard upon hitting play on a beat up digital recorder generally kept in Eveline Smith’s back pocket:

(click.... the crackle of white noise.)

“Hello United Fucking States. Gods I’ve missed you, Red Bull, and four ply toilet paper. Thank the Goddess for four ply toilet paper. Forget flu shots, we should carry that shit with us when we go out to the villages. Every motherfucker with dysentery will forever sing our praises.”

(scraping sounds on the floor followed by more static, then running water and the clinking of glassware.)

“Applied to the local hospital. Place makes that last village we hit look like the Mayo Clinic. Fucking love it.”

(Chuckles followed by the sounds of water filling a glass.)

“Got tazered, that’s nothing new. Got arrested, less new but better than being arrested in Thailand or being screamed at by an irrational patient high on coke and insomnia threatening to blow everyone up with a grenade.”

(pauses)

“Arresting officer was pretty cute, the guy not the crazy bitch. Which brings me to my next point: I need to get fucked. Badly. Not going to start fucking patients, but maybe I should reconsider fucking co-workers. I am not around other people often enough to be this picky.”

(sighs and swallowing can be heard, then the setting down of the glass.)

“Maybe I can fuck the crazy out of Officer Monocle. Juliane and Dais seem nice. Dais seems like the sort of person I could really be friends with. This is good, I don’t have any contacts in the city yet. If I’m going to keep doing my ‘devil may care, treat any fucking person I want’ thing, I’m going to need protection, especially in this city. I do NOT need to end up in the fucking middle of another gang war.”

(steps, followed by the sound of a body flopping into a chair or couch.)

“I need a bike, nothing flashy, just something to get around on. And I need to check back at the hospital to see how my application is being processed. Things go badly I can always go back to stripping. It was good enough to get me through nursing school.”

(pauses)

“Or I can screw the Chief of Medicine. Either or.”

(a click, then nothing as the tape stops recording.)