Fractal was used to never let his real impressions and feelings bleed through his carefully build mask, but this time he was unable to determine if anyone watched his facial muscles just contort at the surprise and anger at the situation. Dammit, he would have to swallow this "reality drops" by now, and deal with it later.
For a surprisingly long time, communications on Fractal's side was silent. Then his voice was heard once again on their comunications network:
"Oh, fuck!"
It was simple, but his tone, even after all the digital processing, still meant a lot.
"Dammit. I... Dammit! Look, mates, I don't even know what to say, and I don't remember having nothing to say since learning how to speak. Drek. Omar, please try to verify what the hell happened. We do not want any implant frying ourselves on the next hours" - for a moment, the elf was almost relieved of never trusting cyberware in his body - "Damn... Look, I gave my word to Tabitha, and even though this was the most fucked up thing that happened to us since we are together, well, let's try to maintain the professional facade. We are going in, combat-monkey dead or not, and we are ending this run. Afterwards we... thing about that."
The elf takes a deep breath and when the others see his face again, it's as if nothing ever had happened.
"So, are you ready?" - He asks Lisp and Mouse.