[they know they're being stared at, even as they're trying to act normal. and for a minute, they're just glancing around the room, feeling nerves rising in their stomach, trying to act casual before they form more proper words.]
< Excuse me... >
[the voice isn't a voice at all. the clock ticks, though the hands don't move. and the meaning is there, as surely as if there were words spoken, registered and placed directly into Yzak's mind.]
< I'm looking for Major Yzak Jule. >
[the network name. perhaps this person knows where to find them?
no subject
< Excuse me... >
[the voice isn't a voice at all. the clock ticks, though the hands don't move. and the meaning is there, as surely as if there were words spoken, registered and placed directly into Yzak's mind.]
< I'm looking for Major Yzak Jule. >
[the network name. perhaps this person knows where to find them?