[Carlisle continues jittering in outright terror, a dozen questions passing through his mind. Who is this woman? Why are souls her purview? And just what has Kate been saying on the network abo— KATE. Ire flashes through the fright, his eyes on fire, the light behind them flaring with this temper. His friend, asking about phylacteries? He's only mentioned them to two people, and Kate is the only one of those two foolish enough to poll the entire network about his condition, but—
He holds up a finger —a moment, it seemingly asks— his face still twisted with irritation as he fishes for his phone, attempting to find this transmission for himself. His voice rattles out of him again as he attempts to scan the network, his hand shaking, eyes darting from the imposing figure before him to the device in his hands.]
H-h-h-how did you know sh- she meant me? I don't- I don't believe we've m- met, have we?
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He holds up a finger —a moment, it seemingly asks— his face still twisted with irritation as he fishes for his phone, attempting to find this transmission for himself. His voice rattles out of him again as he attempts to scan the network, his hand shaking, eyes darting from the imposing figure before him to the device in his hands.]
H-h-h-how did you know sh- she meant me? I don't- I don't believe we've m- met, have we?