*kind of loves that lelouch didn't warn him about any of this*
[ ohhh, this is not good. part of him really is happy to see her again -- but part of him is tense, because...
he shuts his eyes, composing himself, smoothing his expression even though she won't see it, and then opens the channel: ]
Hello, Anya.
[ when are you from, he doesn't ask. but it's his most consuming thought. ]