Pheres is sitting up, and then the next thing she knows, there's an oomph - and a black-gloved hand hauling him up by a horn.

Sipara snarls, but the camera screen won't move. The huskphone is still propped up on the ground, and she can't see, but she doesn't need to in order to recognise the dry rasp of OA's voice, even distorted by the speakers.

Goddamnit. Where the fuck is Marduk?

"Pheres," she hisses, "Pheres, don't you leave your fucking phone!"