Sure. Sure, Taxon, fine. Why not. Well played, good for you, the aliens get a gold star. Glitch looked away for a bit and listened to that voice, head in hands, and gathered together the strength and resolve he needed to not leave her alone here.

He smoothed down his hair, tugged at his clothes, breathed, asked Ozma for mercy, and opted for a holo broadcast. Holograms were his domain, after all.

"Azkadellia," he began, keeping his voice neutral. "It's Ambrose. Please tell me the last thing you remember."