Waiting for Sudiov’s answer, Deteca answered queries and demands on her cell phone, trying to inform bureaucrats and question TUBAists in the scouting group and check up on the independent group they’d sent down there, all at once. A new message came in and she tapped on it automatically, reading who it was from a second later; then quickly scanning its contents, expecting Gared to be wondering about the rumors of atium.
Her eyes widened; she read it again, stopping on every word for longer than it required to comprehend. Then she shoved the phone into her back pocket. “I’m sorry,” she said, looking up at Sudiov. “I need to go deal with something.” She smiled at him, then turned and hurried to the nearest set of elevators. @Voidus
Minutes after, she’d reached the door she’d been directed to. Nervously, Deteca opened it.