Fragile

[The first sound to grace the airwaves was a yawn, moments later followed by a voice.]

I wake to find a storm on the borders, on the approach, it would seem. It might be in our best interests to not wander outside too much. A sandstorm is worse, but a dust storm, assuming that's what this even is, can be near choking.

[She might have lived through a few of those in her lifetime.]

What I want to know is wher--

[The question lingers as to just where the dust is coming from, but as she was about to ask, Vie noticed something... wasn't quite right. She switched to her native tongue, words more alert than those before.]

What in hell is that!?

[End transmission.]