( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

Oh, spirits. He's here.

[sounding strained and out of breath, but trying to come off as normal]

So... Mal's back. Except not regular-Mal, but scary projection Mal.

[the sound of the PDA clattering to the ground, muttered cursing and a groan as she picks it back up]

Also if anyone's near the park between the apartments and the clinic... I could use a hand. Just, you know. If it's convenient.

They're not supposed to be here. This place has the stupid knights in silver, not the ones in gold...

[ Arya pauses, though she drops the device on the ground from shaking too much. ]

I'm not here. The gold cloaks can't know I'm here. Queen Cersei, she--I...