“Don’t melt your face off,” Eris muttered. “Kyla will kill me.” “We’re taking proper precautions,” Ariadne said. “Hopefully,” Eris said into the speaker from behind the glass. “You worry too much,” Ariadne sang. “We’ll be fine. Josephine won’t hurt us.” Eris rolled her eyes behind the partition before speaking into the microphone. “Josephine is an inanimate object of questionable origin. She can’t make the decision. She can’t make a decision.” A pause, then: “And I can’t believe you have me calling a rock Josephine.”
