Jan 08, 2009 18:34
[The comm clicks on to the sound of erratic, panicked breathing and footsteps - quick, but not quite running speed.]
Whereishewh-whereishewhereI-ISHE? You -- you cuh-can't have taken him. No...h-h-he. He's juh-just somewhere where I c-c-can't get his scent, somewhere...
[More footsteps, followed by furious jiggling of a doorknob. Fuck fuck fuck, she doesn't have a keycard to his room. Where is he? She scratches - hard - at the wood of the door with one hand, and it doesn't do much other than leave minor gouges and make a horrendous noise. So she gives up on this course of action and it's back to the footsteps.]
Tuh-tell me where he is. Someone. Just -- guh-godDAMNIT.
[She mutters a few curses in Gaelic before her footsteps increase in pace.]
'll tuh-tear the b-b-boat apart...just...give h-him back...