[Tron has made a habit of patrolling the halls of the Moira while not on duty in communications; perhaps it's a relic of his programming as a security monitor, but he feels more comfortable doing so. Not that there's much action on the ship when they're not docked at a planet, and he doesn't have too much authority to do anything in any case, but it keeps him active, in any case.
This time, though, something catches in his field of vision, something that makes his processes race just a bit. A familiar glow, a reminder of home... those circuits, that pattern couldn't be anything but someone from the Grid, disappearing around a corner ahead of him. Hurrying down the corridor to find them, he calls out to their back, unable to see the face.]
Moira
This time, though, something catches in his field of vision, something that makes his processes race just a bit. A familiar glow, a reminder of home... those circuits, that pattern couldn't be anything but someone from the Grid, disappearing around a corner ahead of him. Hurrying down the corridor to find them, he calls out to their back, unable to see the face.]
Greetings, program!