[It's...strange, hearing her without the static and the telltale grinding of broken gears, a smashed voicebox, and god knows whatever else. But Gregory has spent an entire night- possibly an entire lifetime, depending on your viewpoint- listening to that voice through the walls and floors of the facility. For a moment, he feels an injection of sheer panic, because there's nowhere here for him to hide.
...but then he remembers that he's speaking through a phone of sorts, or at the very least a receiver. She can't get him here.
So that panic turns quickly to anger as Gregory's nose scrunches up and he grits out a reply.]
cackles delightedly also that username is so GOOD
...but then he remembers that he's speaking through a phone of sorts, or at the very least a receiver. She can't get him here.
So that panic turns quickly to anger as Gregory's nose scrunches up and he grits out a reply.]
Yeah? Well good luck finding me now.
[Because even he doesn't know where he is...]