[ flurry is going to beat me with a hammer when she sees this

crossing his arms tightly over himself, claws tightening into the sleeve of his coat. ]

I don't know if-- I'm going to damn well try, but she doesn't know if it was work again. I'm going to try. I don't ... I'll make it work. I will break it if I have to.

Keep sending to the HER-MES. Or whatever way you can. But I'll fix it.