There was a crackle as the comm on Minsc, Neymi's drone, sprung to life, breaking some of the tension and stress plagueing the group.<span style="color: Blue">"Darion? Zweetie?"</span>Neymi's voice once more spoke through the drone.<span style="color: Blue">"I've been getting a lot of you trying to reach my comms. Are you in danger?" </span>Her voice was sweetly, but edged with both the familiar annoyance from the last time Darion interrupted her, and a sense of worry.<span style="color: Blue">"I'm not detecting any hostiles on Minsc's scanners. Zo what's going on?"</span>A temporary relief that at least Neymi was okay, but the video feed from Boo was utterly useless still. It showed nothing new, meaning Neymi hadn't moved or ordered it around yet. While waiting for Darion's, or anyone's, answer, there were soft sounds in the background. Soft coos and half-moans from Neymi, mixed with whispers to quiet to hear.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>