027. [Voice]

[im_not_a_rookie]

[The device clicks on just as there's a crash, something breaking, then something being thrown. A low growl in reverberating in the depths of her chest, loud as another sound is heard, a fist striking something. Coping mechanisms, the lot of them, but it's hard to tell when one only has sound and nothing physical to back it up.]

Tseng. Tseng!

[He might recognize the tone in her voice, familiar from the days at the Northern Crater when she grit her teeth through the pain to speak. Proud, but wavering. Strong, but for how long?]

M-My office. Now! Bring ha-handcuffs if you can find them. Rope, if not.

Pl-please...