Valdis swoops down to pick up the scraps, rolls her eyes at the well-known snark. He had to add a smiley face too. The second scrap contains numbers. She glances through the window. The woman on the other side is unfamiliar, but she feels like Palamedes. With a breath, she jabs the numbers into the keypad. Hopefully she's not releasing some sort of necromancy monster, but considering how she herself feels, Valdis doesn't think she will be in any danger.

"I probably won't, but I'm listening," she says as the door slides open.