"Hey! Why is it systematically this difficult to establish a connection with you?" Phoebe's voice bounced off the walls, laced with a rare, effortless brightness.
A muffled response came through the encrypted device, prompt and warm. "Why? Do you possess data you wish to convey to me, little lady?"
"I do. Are you currently occupied?"
"If your agenda includes a desire to meet with me, I calculate my schedule as completely clear."
"Mmh... then this evening, let us meet, okay?"
"Authorized. You map the coordinates, and I will be there."
"Perfect. See you!"
Phoebe terminated the call, a radiant, genuine smile anchoring to her features. However, the atmosphere in the room instantly shifted into sub-zero territory. Standing quietly by the doorway, Raymond watched her with narrowed eyes. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen her smile so freely, let alone laugh over a phone call. Whoever had been on the other end had managed to brighten her morning in a way he rarely could.
