[A soft laugh barely echos over the transmission, low and gritty against the gentle white noise of the open channel. And her words are just as quiet, distant, but they hold a venom of spite to them and by no means are they hard to hear for anyone paying attention.]
How precious you all really are... is there anything you can't do?
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