(((OOC: cracking post! Short but sweet!  !snicker  Edwards wicked cold!))<br/><br/>Nada on the reply.<br/><br/>She crouched still, eyes trained unblinkingly to the small round of the speakers, waiting with a huge lump of excitement, now mingling with dread forming at the base of her belly. Only the ever present static replied. Perhaps they had missed it... perhaps they were worm meal.<br/><br/>She snatched it back up to head level again, peering over the top of the desk as she spoke. Nothing had come for her yet, but... she didn't like it. She was speaking in the open and hadn't re-scented herself for gone two hours now. She needed to be back, safe. Had no time and little nerves left for this!<br/><br/>""Come in survivors! Come on ladies! Is there life on Mars? Anythan' clear on the Western front?"<br/><br/>Running a tongue across the scabbed skin of her lips and shifted on the spot, redistributing weight from one poor leg to the next, "This is Jacko, your captain speaking, worrying if ya'll dead or not..." she took off speaker, muttering every curse in every language she could scrape up from the back of her skull.<br/><br/>The world above desk was worryingly still, the darkness swilled and skirted about the corners like nervous cats, the icy air and odds and ends chorus of moaning slipped in under the cracks in the door, "Fer the love o' God, juschoo come in...."