—you don't have a way to contact him? Shitting hell—

[And then abruptly he laughs, scrapes his hair back from his forehead, shaking his head. It's shocky and startled.]

Don't worry about the old corpse. Coordinating Kin to help refugees, Moon bless him this once. Got to move faster, Saralegui. Get your tongue down his throat before the Jabberwock punches a talon through it. I'm serious.

I've got to fuck off. Be safe.