[It's late and dark and even in Kirkwall, the cold in the air hangs close and wet. But Wysteria is, in fact, awake and so scrambles for the crystal.]
Oh, you're there! [—bursts through the crystal, comically loud. And then, in a much lower hiss but without an apology as if Wysteria is simultaneously unaware of her own indiscretion and fully aware of the importance of being delicate with the open channel of communication:] What sort of loose minerals? There are lots of different kinds, Mister Ellis.
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Oh, you're there! [—bursts through the crystal, comically loud. And then, in a much lower hiss but without an apology as if Wysteria is simultaneously unaware of her own indiscretion and fully aware of the importance of being delicate with the open channel of communication:] What sort of loose minerals? There are lots of different kinds, Mister Ellis.