Spinning Compass Comunications

[Frantic yelling in a fairly rough London accent suddenly comes on over the comms]

-xy! Come in! Lancelot, come in! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, someone answer me... ROXY! Fucking respon-

[The voice is cut off by a large THUD followed by a softer one, and then the same voice can be heard, more than a bit wobbly and stunned and out of breath]

...fuckin' answer me, Rox..

We really need to switch back soon. I'm catching myself doing it again.