She had left the evening searching through mindtemplates who had been saved for psychological recovery. Everyone with separate bodies, well, everyone recorded in the database she found, had a place to go already. And she'd never been good with children anyway, she had a hard time understanding people unless they had already described themselves to her again and again and were good at it. Over the course of her life, this ended up true not of more than a dozen people, she counted.

What she could do all right, though, was yanking her own mind places. One time as a kid she had decided she was going to live in a cottage in the wilderness, and there were several social habits incompatible with the idea but by the time she was fifteen she had gotten everything ready to move out. Dimmed the desire to chat with people face-to-face each morning about how last day went, day-by-day carefully culled the occasions of relying on asking housemates to do tasks for her. And she was happy with her choice, for a while; but she was starting to get bored and listless by this point, so —

so why not pick a person to invite into her body and life. Someone who would benefit from it. (That was her usual fallback for 'bored and listless', when other considerations ran out or pulled in confusing enough directions that it didn't really seem worth it to resolve them.)

The database had a download, a quality/detail level for the file, and a checkmark for whether doubles or dead-ends are to be avoided, whether you should only try instantiating them if you are sure you want to be their only continuation. 'Ashna' apparently didn't mind any of that, and the database compilers were fairly sure, from Ashna's public speculation on yonder Internet about it. And the detail was very low, gathered before there had been reliable ways to recover the information of a mind, Rust would have to backfill in rather a lot of compatible thought-patterns from her own brain's passive pool of those…

enter-//confirm-%--find the new awareness of Ashna's structure and assemble it in metaphorical mind-hands, you know how this goes you don't even need the extra artificial-instinct supports for it that this place offers- 'Good morning. I…' shift to their perspective on purpose, how would Ashna react to it…?