[Velocity dutifully has each of the articles read out loud to her by her datapad before she responds, which may admittedly have a bit to do with feeling guilty again...]

Maybe tomorrow? Or, um...

[Velocity has dictated that, frowns, and deletes it before sending, then carefully types something else by hand]

Let's say the day after tomorrow. Maybe around lunch? ...And you're still resting, right? Promise?