Voicemail 2.0

[goddamngrenades]

You have reached the voice mail system of Officer Taylor Murray.

When you are finished recording, just hang up or press pound for more options.

To request a locksmith or report a crime, press one.

To hear these options in Spanish, press dos.

To send a verbal confirmation of a written command, press three.

To send a written confirmation of a verbal command, press four.

For delivery options, press five.

To page this person, press six.

To locate your nearest operator, press seven.

To leave a call back number, press eight.

To repeat this message, press nine.

Press zero for other options.

To mark this message as urgent, press eleven.

Thank you for calling, have a nice day.

BEEP


Comments

288 - Afternoon; action

[goddamngrenades]

Frets. He frets. It's slightly more dignified and English than worrying. [ They're fine. They're good and that-

That's good. That's a weight off his shoulders. ] I'll fix him a cup of tea and take it up. You wanna stick around for lunch or...?

288 - Afternoon; action

[pastdoesntdefine]

Careful, he's fussy when it comes to tea. [because English.] He might prefer how you make him coffee.

Thank you, but no. I need to get back, Lela needs feeding and I have a few things I need to get squared away. ...I may still need a little more space. Until-- [she taps the side of her head with her knuckles' she'll be talking to Delta soon, for one - she needs her ports checked, her head checked, and then..well, she'll worry about compliance if they find any] But hopefully it won't be too much longer.

288 - Afternoon; action

[goddamngrenades]

Lemme know when that changes. [ He won't be checking in as often.

Correction: He won't be checking in at all. Give her the distance she'd asked for initially. Better late than never, right? ]

We'll be here if you need us.

288 - Afternoon; action

[pastdoesntdefine]

I will.

[ She'll miss it. She doesn't know it yet, but she will. But it will be better this way. And she will let them know once things are done. Not necessarily fixed, but. Steps. Baby steps. ]

You know, he told me the same thing.

[ She rests her hand on his arm a moment, lightly squeezing; it then lingers a moment, as though deciding on something, before she decides against it (whatever It was) when her hand retreats. ]

288 - Afternoon; action

[goddamngrenades]

Probably because he's the smart one? [ It's- something. It's something and he can't read this. Gestures and postures and contact that he can't translate and it's as unnerving as it is relieving. That they're okay. That they'll be alright. ]

Take care, Clair.

288 - Afternoon; action

[pastdoesntdefine]

You too, Taylor.

[She knows he'll look after Malcolm, and she trusts Malcolm to take care of York. She lets him go, steps back, reaches to ruffle the cat between the ears (he had since stealthily relocated to the middle table) and sees herself out.

This..went well. Maybe it really will be okay.]