Windsor connected to Little Mei's comms.
Two minutes later—
"Heh." A cold, mocking laugh came from Marshal Mei on the other end of the terminal.
Ah Mo's wings trembled as he began to chirp a greeting to Marshal Mei, trying to say, "Hi, Little—"
"If you two are getting old, you should go back to Zone 9 to retire. Stop running all over the place." Marshal Mei's first words were a critical hit.
Ah Mo chirped sternly, "Little Mei, you are not to speak to Windsor like that!"
"My apologies, Mother." Marshal Mei offered a lazy apology, then continued, "That thing you're holding is decades old. The permissions inside expired long ago, and its clearance level is definitely lower than the Silver Armor on her. By messing with it, you activated that bit of Silver Armor, you know?"
Windsor's brow furrowed slightly. "Ah... is that what happened?"
Ah Mo chirped in alarm, "Doesn't that expose the little one's location?!"
Marshal Mei said, "Don't you have a Shielding Device?"
