[Look who has finally crawled out of the woodwork.
Whomever is familiar with the mannerisms of Larxene may accurately identify her tone as 'post-tantrum'. The Nymph, wherever she is, sounds just a little too calm. Uncharacteristically calm.]
Well, well, well.
[The initial transmission is brief but unmistakable. Number XII is busy.]
What a happy little circumstance this is.
...D4... Mm.
[A long pause. She's slowly figuring out how to create a weak encryption... Hitting it several times over the back of her chair probably wouldn't help. She already tried that.]
|[ORGANIZATION]|
I know there are more of you crawling around this shoddy pit. Ahem. Roll call?
Anyone want to tell me what's going on?