[She's got this thing figured out. Well, except for the video. But, hey audio works. She taps at it experimentally.]

Hopefully, this is transmitting.

[And then, carefully, she clears her throat.]

I have no idea what I was expecting when I walked out those door when I arrived, but it certainly wasn't running for my life.

[Margaret pauses thoughtfully, just long enough to where there's silence on the line.]  

All I want right now is a very stiff drink. I assume someone has recommendations.
 
 
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