I won’t be able to hear you speak over the engines, so I’ll just monologue at you. Resist the urge to look around, because you’re playing a stuffed doll. Sorry you have to get up this way, but anything like a real helicopter would blow Stets’ law-breaking budget. Virgil’s got somebody retroactively faking that you guys are big stuffed dolls in a Caitlin art piece. Underestimated the draw of what little web stuff we’ve had up since this morning, cryptic as it is. SFPD showed up sooner than expected, and you don’t want to be on the ground, because Pryor and a fresh batch of contractors are there already, looking for you and Manuela.