[He says it dryly, mostly intending it to be a joke. Mostly.]
Whoever they were, they're not our stab-happy pretreen. I think.
[He moves away from his phone to peer out into the hall from the slit in his door. No one outside. No one he can see, anyway. The feed gets a little clearer as his distance increases, his voice a bit fainter.]
Apparently they've been stalking everything I've said on here. So you know, that's fantastic. Maybe lock everything you send out for the time being, yeah?
voice; private
[He says it dryly, mostly intending it to be a joke. Mostly.]
Whoever they were, they're not our stab-happy pretreen. I think.
[He moves away from his phone to peer out into the hall from the slit in his door. No one outside. No one he can see, anyway. The feed gets a little clearer as his distance increases, his voice a bit fainter.]
Apparently they've been stalking everything I've said on here. So you know, that's fantastic. Maybe lock everything you send out for the time being, yeah?