[It is some time after midnight, and Lord El-Melloi's face is now broadcast across the city.]
I apologize if I've woken anyone, but I'm afraid that I have to make this call at such an ungodly hour. If anyone is acquainted with Miss Francis Drake--
[The video is turned to one very asleep (or, rather, tranquilized
, but it would be impossible to tell that,
since he'd already taken the dart out of her shoulder) Rider who is sprawled across Waver's couch. She is snoring, and possibly drooling on his upholstery.]
--she has apparently been imbibing too much this evening, and has broken into my house and passed out on my couch. I would appreciate it if someone would come and pick her up, or else I'll contact the authorities and have them
take her. Either way, I don't care, I just want her out of here so that I can get some bloody sleep.