[Voice]

[voiceshall_echo]

[Private to the Cuckoos]

[As dry as a voice can be:] Are you alive?

[Because he's been looking around this place for a while now, and there's no freaking way out. There go his port escape plans. Which means there's nothing else to do but get the girls. Maybe.]

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[voice]

[clonedcuckoos]

[Only one responds, and her voice is small and unsure with the other two barely mumbling in the background.]

Alive...? Yes. [A beat.] Hard to think, but.

...Shinzon? Is that you?

[voice]

[voiceshall_echo]

[Well that's different. And slightly - SLIGHTLY - worrying.] Of course it's me.

What does your Item look like?

[voice]

[clonedcuckoos]

[Try it from their end. If they weren't forcibly apathetic, they'd be freaking out something fierce.

Distracted, like they're just parroting.] Of course... Of course.

The item? [More confused muttering.] A book. Right. Proust, we think. ...Yes?

[voice]

[voiceshall_echo]

[He's seen them with it, so it's good enough for him.] I'm coming to find you. Stay alive until I get there. Do you know who is around you?