Carla: Bonjour, tourist. This is kinda out-of-the-blue, but… While I was engaging in some Coral mysticism, I noticed Chatty sending inputs by himself.
Carla: I traced the comms. All records pointed to you, but… You weren’t saying anything. Big Coral feedback, though.
Carla: Chatty… He sounded like he was… on a date. I dunno. Maybe his wires are just on the fritz. But just so you know, tourist: you fuck with my toys, I’ll fuck you back twofold. Ciao.
Ayre: … Sorry, Raven. That was just me. Me and Chatty, we…
Ayre: … He’s kind of cute, isn’t he, Raven? No? Just me. Nevermind.
(so yeh simon is super sweet but also kept some prison-related reflexes and trying to sneak behind him is not gonna end super well ;_; he just a lil beby broken by life)