[A dying clatter as the microphone switches on. There's a creak of a mattress, and the soft sigh of someone still on the cusp of sleep. There's silence for a while then, until a hushed voice, Saix's voice, starts.]

Good morning.

[A soft grumble is the only audible reply, and the sound of the mattress shifting under someone's weight.]

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