['Nother phone call for Ms. Yun Fang]

[cowboy_aloft]

Hey! Fang!

[He sounds distinctly harried, and apologetic as well.]

I am so damned sorry about the other week. Shit got weird. I mean, one minute I'm walkin' through some weird rubble-scape, the next I'm sat talkin' to you on the Lindblum weird. Just when I'm startin' to get the hang of things around here, they go an' throw a massive curveball.
An'

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[Phone]

[twistedjudge]

[When she answers the phone, Fang sounds... slightly out of breath.]

Where the hell have you been?!

[Phone]

[cowboy_aloft]

About. To hell an' back... Why, were ya worried?

[Phone]

[twistedjudge]

Like hell! Get out here and shoot somethin'!

[There's a whoosh of air and the roar of some creature - clearly Fang is fighting and talking at the same time.]

[Phone]

[cowboy_aloft]

[From joking to serious in 0.03.]

Aw, hell. I'll be there in about half hour, tops. Think you can hold out that long?