Voice

[outer_npcs]

She wakes. [There's wonder in the woman's voice. It doesn't last, transmuting swiftly to fear.] Oh - she's crying out. Too many wounds. Can't you hear?

Comments

[Audio]

[outer_npcs]

Maybe. Maybe? No.

The good doctor wouldn't wish to part with that much anaesthetic.

[Audio]

[professorwolf]

Perhaps. Where is she? Or would you prefer we stay away?

[Audio]

[outer_npcs]

Stay out of the wounds.

[Audio]

[professorwolf]

[Lyall represses a sigh. Even Alexia isn't quite this trying to try and converse with.]

It will be easier to stay out of them if I know where they are, ma'am.

[Audio]

[outer_npcs]

[Fine, Lyall, have a rapid-fire string of numbers and figures that will...mean pretty much nothing to a Victorian werewolf who isn't versed in the finer points of theoretical physics, especially when spoken verbally rather than displayed graphically.

She's trying to help; it's just that no here one knows how to communicate with her.]

[Audio]

[professorwolf]

[Yeah, he's lost there. He does make an effort to jot all that down; perhaps he can find someone else it makes sense to. Or perhaps it's just jibberish... perhaps Nem would know.]

Thank you, ma'am. I will try my best to keep from interfering in any harmful fashion.