When I get there, Charlotte laughs once when I explain my reason for being there and grabs her walkie-talkie. “Rowan, Crew is here to see you.” There’s a touch of static then he comes in. “Understood, Angry Elf. Is he waiting or does he want me to come see him later? Over.” She sighs heavily. “He wants you to come here.” Charlotte’s eyes widen as she turns to me. “Right? You want to talk now?” “If he can.” “He can,” she replies without asking him.
