[This is going to start as voice, because Will's doing a couple of things he thinks Freddie Lounds might not appreciate seeing. There's the sound of crickets chirping, loud enough to make it obvious they're near the communicator. Something...squishy...even closer is moving. No, being moved, the occasional knock of hands against glass and a bump of an arm against something firm giving that much away.]
Why can't you just ask on this thing for Will? Common name. Sure loves dogs, prrrrobably more than people would be enough to narrow it down.
[Yes he's looked, of course he's looked. While his quoting Skye doesn't come out in her voice, it comes out in her cadence, her timbre. No attempt to raise a few octaves, just a manipulation of his own.]
Narrow it down now?
[He isn't happy she's here (as if he's ever that happy). Not in the slightest. It would be stupid to ignore her just for that, all things considered.
voice;
Why can't you just ask on this thing for Will? Common name. Sure loves dogs, prrrrobably more than people would be enough to narrow it down.
[Yes he's looked, of course he's looked. While his quoting Skye doesn't come out in her voice, it comes out in her cadence, her timbre. No attempt to raise a few octaves, just a manipulation of his own.]
Narrow it down now?
[He isn't happy she's here (as if he's ever that happy). Not in the slightest. It would be stupid to ignore her just for that, all things considered.
Not like he can now; thanks, Skye.]