Was that… A voice? Coming out of her wrist? Luckily she isn’t so preoccupied with wondering what the actual fuck is going on that she can’t process what he’s saying.

“Because of fucking course,” she repeats, her grin evident in her voice even if he can’t see her face. It’s annoying and, sure, someone could have died but, to her knowledge, no one has. “Ain’t that the way it goes? You almost have to laugh at it.” Still, it’s the thought that counts.