[Hello, Marina. BadHaro is staring at you.]
[Guy makes a move to swat the thing away, very gently. His voice is tinny and faraway from the communicator.] Hey, don’t be like that -
Guy angry! Guy angry! Abuse! Abuse!
[A hand reaches over and wrenches the communicator away, and it’s Guy, making an appropriately put upon expression. But he regards the dark haro, formerly Nena’s, instead of the device and whoever might be watching the feed.]
You know -
[Again, it interrupts:] Stuck your hand in me! Hand in me!