Re: [NYC comm]
[Her phone's tucked again, and she's reloaded - meds and guns - and she smiles at the British woman, recognizing the voice and being real glad to put a face to it.] You sound like my daddy, but toss in a touch of home.
[She's got nothing for the new voice on the radio chirping at her shoulder, but she figures the Brit will, and she just waits as the elevator goes jerking.] We got any idea what we're headed for up there? I do just fine without being prepared, but I do better knowing. [Into her own radio.] Boys, we out down there, or we climbing? [In the elevator, she can't tell about the flames any. Not that they're her priority, but the boys always can use some checking on.]