[If Stein were present in person, he'd see the impact his firm instructions had on his student: Kid shrinks from the tablet, shoulders raised and head bowed. He might be distracted, but he knows he's treading a dangerous line, as well. If he could just get his head on straight and concentrate.]
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Status report. The café's empty. No threats assessed. No inju-- [A shriek for help, distinctly feminine. It sounds like Liz. His head whips to the voice instinctively before he remembers no one is there.] Injuries. No injuries.
[His voice is tight, small:] Are you close?