[Velocity has returned to hiding in her hab suite and mostly letting her messages go unanswered, but this one she can't ignore (or try to). She tugs her datapad closer and dictates her reply into it]

Hello, Optimus. I'm, um. [Her voxcoder clicks and clicks for a few seconds as she struggles with keeping her voice level] I'm fine, it's fine. I don't need anything. You don't need to worry. Day or two, and I'll be right as acid rain.