... Have more people came or am I going crazy?

It seems more crowded... Lots of noise.

[She goes quiet looking at her chopping board, half prepared food for some sort of soup covering it. And then she frowns, switching to Italian.]

...Venezia? Spagna? Are either of you here now?

[Hello Discedo. How is your morning? Oh that's good, you're just... going to be woken up by a scream.

And the briefest flash of this before the communicator is thrown across the room.]

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