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The radio on your belt crackles to life with a burst of static, the orange light flickering in time with a steady, melodic Irish lilt

Right then, ya gave me a bit of a heart palpitations there, boyo! I thought the Splicers had finally cornered ya in the medical pavilion. Listen to me—stay low and keep your eyes peeled. Ryan’s security bots are crawlin' all over the place, and I can't lose the only friend I've got left in this sinkhole. My wife and lad are countin' on us to make it to the docks, and I've a feelin' you're the only one brave enough to help me get 'em out. You still with me? Would you kindly take a look around and tell me if the path to the bathysphere is clear?