muted melodies fill the echoing hall

"Hey, Minoth! You up?"

That voice is no one-note text-to-speech comm simulation, a single steady volume and tone. Not quiet, either; rather, hisswhisper-muffled.

"Like the sun that with one eye vieweth all the world."

He braces himself for the noise and pressure release that'll come with the opening of the chamber with a grimace he knows Poppi's well used to. She's still quiet, concentrated on the vital updates to the worldstate streaming in since the Queen had, apparently, been awoken.

He should have known she'd been up to something important.

Music to his ancient ears: the kids are alright.

Showtime.