Video: Filtered only to Talbot

[totallytrustworthy]

[Chloe doesn't look much like herself when she finishes tapping in the required lines of code to ensure her call is secure. Her hair's slick from lack of a proper upkeep, bangs covering her face in a way that she hasn't worn since the fiasco in Tibet came to a close. The dirt and grime of the underground still sticks to her skin, stays firmly wedged beneath her nails. If she has priorities at the moment, a polished appearance isn't one of them.

Either way, the details are (fortunately) hard to make out in the poorly lit place she's chosen to call from. Nothing but a few dark patches of rubble sit behind her, about as indistinguishable as any backdrop gets, and she prefers it that way.]

Talbot, we need to talk.

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[totallytrustworthy]

Glad to hear it. [And it's not a lie in the slightest, though that 'for now' doesn't slip past her. The least she could have hoped for was to buy them all a bit of time, and if that's what comes of it, then she is, without a doubt, content.]

Mind yourself out there.

[chartom]

Until next time, Miss Frazer. [Even well after he ends the call, Talbot remains standing above the tablet, turning the conversation over in his head.

All things considered, he can't help but think he got the better of it.]