Tali muted every archived recording of Asha Venn before the woman spoke again.
No old voice would answer for the body inside the bridge booth.
Hesh kept a camera on the open treatment-room door. Jori Neh stood beside it with the demolition wire disconnected from the charged landing.
The woman lay sideways in the operator chair.
One service strap crossed her chest. Another ran through the sever handle and around her right wrist.
Blood had dried where the strap cut her palm.
"State what you need now," Tali said.
"Get the booth off this plate."
"Name one current injury."
"Left ankle pinned under the chair. Two ribs moving wrong. Strap took my right hand."
Tali entered three unverified body reports.
"I am not asking bridge questions," she said.
"Good. It kept every answer."
The frame tapped Asha's final recorded cadence through Hesh's pipes.
Tali heard her own old interview rhythm inside it.
She cut the audio feed from the pipe and kept the live booth channel.
