[the sound of hard plastic pieces moving, like Alex is fiddling with something. his voice is low and hurried, too, as though he's talking to himself.] Still dead... Son of a bitch. I don't know if my communicator will respond to them, either, but there's no use depending on it. I'll have to keep an eye out.
Fuck... this isn't good.
((ooc: Alex
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