[ So unfortunate the man of secrecy, Jean Valjean, is to have befriended a woman to which secrets mean nothing. But one thing she cannot do is Read across the same distance these devices can connect, and thus when she calls, she is left to rely on voice alone. Not that this puts her at any social disadvantage, her Reading is an idle act, far from a necessity. ]

Unfortunate, but I am glad to hear the damage was minimal. It seems no one has escaped the notice of petty thieves this week, or worse.

[ Much worse. She lets out a sigh. ]

We were looted as well. I, in particular, was apparently most coveted. But I have been returned to familiar hands... And am being kept a little further from the windows, this time. [ She chuckles. What else can she do, really? She's used to being stolen by now. ] At another's apartment, though. It seems in my absence, ours was damaged beyond repair.