Notes of a Steward

[Cube is staring at a piece of ripped-out notebook paper blankly. His face is pale of much color and he looks very tired. He continues to be zoned-out for a moment before his gaze lists and the communicator he is holding.]

The hydro-plant is going well... despite the fires in the city recently...

uh... there are cookies to decorate at the cafe and...


[He squints and stares at the paper for a moment or two... or three... oh, wait. He seems to ahve forgotten what he was saying and blinks at his notes, not able to come out of his daze]

I'm sorry for not coming to work today.

[He simply lets go of the communicator, it's view showing the cracked ceiling. There are a few small shuffle sounds of paper but the feed eventually ties out on it's own.]