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[ - when it clicks on, she sounds angry, actually, genuinely furious. So far as she's always loud, rocking on her heels like she can't keep it to herself. That shake in her voice that barks in the back of her throat. All teeth on the scrape of the words as they drag out of her mouth. Fingers curled into her fists that she doesn't know how to let go.

Holding up a jacket in flat accusation. The words branded on the front of HYPERION. Should this be handled with diplomatic hands? Probably.

Unfortunately, Gaige found the jacket first. So diplomacy is going straight out the window. ]

Where the fuck are you, Rhys? When the fuck were you going to tell me about this? You goddamn fucking corporate piece of shit. Actually no, scratch that, how about you tell everyone fucking listening that you work for a mass-murdering sociopath that tried to or did kill everyone I know. You work for Hyperion and Handsome Freaking Jack!?

[ It spits up, all angry. That yowl of a hurt animal kicked somewhere vulnerable where it had shown it's side. Gnashing at the closest point. Go for the throat, rip it out slow and hard, fight and fight because she doesn't know anything else or better. Flinging the jacket down and reaching for whatever would damn will do as a weapon, which in her case, is her metalworking hammer. ]

I'm going to rip your fucking intestines out your freaking throat.

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Uh...guys? I feel like I've missed something here. Why is there a... [Finn is staring at something that's off screen, eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

Hurriedly:] I don't know what it is. [/end hurried tone] It looks like that dog thing kind of? But it's long and it won't let me in the stables. [It's also tiny but Finn isn't going to blurt that out on the network for everyone to hear.

But you can tell he has a new outfit on, and he looks a little beat up and sooty muddy, thanks to this. The long thing? A ferret.]

Did the gods do something with animals again? [Rubbing at his face, speaking softly now:] First a dog tackles and sits on me, now this wiggly thing. [He's...tired. Already.] I just wanted to check on my horse. [Louder, directed back at the feed now:] There's not door guards now, right?