*could almost laugh at that (pointless) question* No 'dea. Doesn' matter.
*tries to inject the urgency into his voice, and is gratified that he still has a little volume, even if the words are thready and the breathing makes him wish it was already over and done with* 's a woman... she wants 'nf'rmation on th' House... on th' Fountain... haven' told 'er an'thing, but you hafta let 'thelion know... *grinds the words out, needing this to be very clear* Tell him. House's in danger. She's working for--for someone.