She settled herself, and it was patently obvious how uncomfortable Neopolitan was right now. It wasn't that she didn't like the person whose body she was inhabiting. It was the simple fact that she wasn't in her body. She was a lot more obsessed with control, control over herself, her decisions, how she presented herself, than she ever liked to let on. And right now, she was out of her element, and Neopolitan was always in her element. The small frowns, uncomfortable glances, shifting stances and the way that she seemed to move awkwardly despite everything, despite the fact that it should have been easier to move like this? It all played into that.

She breathed out a sigh of relief as she saw the message appear on the screen and tugged out an omni. It took a minute, but on the screen would eventually appear words as well. It didn't matter if she could speak. She preferred not to, even if she couldn't.

Thanks, I trust you.
Yeah, so I know it's obvious but I think we got body swapped.
It's probably a weird curse that has me in your body and you in mine.
Hopefully it shouldn't last long.

Or do you mean something else?