Why'd you even bothering to come back, if you were just going to go and leave like that.
[Fred stares down at the words. She'd meant to filter them. Really, she did. But now that they're there, color and contrast and something substantial? She can't bring herself to take them away. It takes a while to move onto her next, more pressing task]
[Filtered to CLU]
Hi, I'm Fred. We should probably talk. Or meet. Or possibly both.
