[WV is holding a cup of tea and meandering through his lawn-turned-garden when he turns on the communicator to check out what the haps are this fine morning. When he sees that unmistakable face, he nearly drops his tea, and enjoys a brief moment of dizzy horror. He sets his tea down on a flat patch of soil and plucks the communicator from his face, holding it at arm's length in order to keep the Sovereign Slayer as far away from him as possible.]
[he debates whether or not to reply to the broadcast. On the one hand, he wants nothing to do with this murderer for as long as possible, and it's tempting to not let Jack in on the fact that he exists for as long as possible. On the other hand—and this is the stronger voice—ignoring him to hide away would be cowardly, and WV is no coward: he is a Mayor. He was through with cowering a long time ago.]
[he grits his flat little teeth and opens a connection with a stubby claw that's only trembling slightly.]