—Hi! [Her voice cracks on the word like a pubescent boy. Clearing her throat!] Hi. No, uh. Hey. This is Aubrey. They lef— well, they’re not, over my shoulder or anything.

[If it’s any consolation to Akko, Aubrey’s forced sputtering indicates a similar amount of panic.] I mean. Sorry, tone is— Sorry. Is it a bad time?