Korrin, what does that mean? Still enough to let you move away? [She's more worried now, papers scooped up under her arms, the office door shut up behind her with a definite sort of slam. Hopefully Korrin'll think her huffing breath is the cold alone, not her hurrying her way down the halls, down the stairs, still on the sending crystal.]

De nada, I won't be long, if you need to keep talking, keep talking.