[As he thought, this phone call isn't easy. The police want more details than he has to give them. Even though he's able to tell them exactly where each bomb is located, they want the why's, the how's. Varada stumbles and struggles through the call, his Huistonian accent growing heavier at times as the explanation lengthens. Eventually, though, he cuts the call short, begging:] Please, come as quickly as you can. We can't waste any more time.
[Varada shoves his phone into his pocket, takes a breath and looks down at his weakened lover. Although he hasn't had much time to rest, Varada's hopeful that he's recovered somewhat.] Do you... feel any better? [he asks, reaching out to tentatively stroke through Shiox's hair.]