( The vaguely happenstantially-familiar accent has Astrid perk up a little when she first hears this voice over the crystals… until it becomes exceedingly clear that this is in fact a rifter, not someone from the Frostbacks, and Astrid has no idea what they’re all talking about (schematics? engineering? what). But she barrels cheerfully into the conversation regardless: )

Heyo Abella, I’m Astrid.

I’ve not seen a wheeled-chair before but it sounds like an interesting idea, for the folks who need it. In the mountains, if a bear chews off your legs then you’re just sort of— Not fucked, the community takes care of you obviously, but it would have been nice. If they could get around on their own instead of always needing a stretcher or carrier. There was one fellow we called the Boneless and he could still fuck you right up with a sword but it must’ve been hard, most days.