MarinaNova Asylum

[ So being dragged home unconscious apparently doesn't put Clay in a good way with Rebecca. Who knew? What also doesn't put him in a good way with her is when the fact that he'd broken into Reid and Kitty's apartment to threaten and possibly maim/kill Reid comes out into the open. All in all, she's not a happy camper, and Clay can't say he is either, because his head feels like he'd just spent 16 hours in the animus without stop. Scrambled, painful, and about to get a nosebleed. ]

[ So facing Rebecca should absolutely help him with this, right? ]

[ The audio is a little fuzzy, Clay realizes, but that doesn't matter. He's not looking for quality, here, and he's not showing his face. The people who need to hear this message will know who he is soon enough. ]

So, Marina. It's a balmy sort of day. Cool, pleasant, nice. You know, besides being stuck a thousand leagues under the ocean. Makes everything distinctly less pleasant.

[ A long, long pause, before Clay laughs, manic and strung out. ]

What's your stance on revenge, Marina?