Aria starts to walk back, instinctively walking to her post. When crackling forms in her ear, she yelps in surprise and tries to bat the sound away. She sighs, ruling it as a sign of insanity, when a voice sounds in her ear. “We need another one, Osprey.” “I-I’m not the Osprey.” “Then who is this?” the voice sounds agitated. “Uh I’m Aria.” The voice sighs. “Right. Sorry to bother you Aria. Bye now.” More crackling as the voice backs away, leaving Aria and her scattered thoughts. When she returns to her post, she rips the coat off with a flourish and settles down with a satisfied sigh. “Come in, control. Do you read me?” “I read you. We need more, Osprey. They’re getting antsy.” “Alright alright.”