[The microphone crackles for a moment, Lutha struggling to get his tablet in place to speak properly. His voice is just as sullenly tired as usual, though his words have taken a sharp, cross tone.]

Oi. We need to talk.

Last I checked, there's over two dozen of us wandering around this nightmare trap by the museum. Still no food source. Shouldn't be a problem if we have that many people to go in and out, except getting rations takes time, and we can't just have two or three people working on it blindly. Yeah, I know, we just fucking talked about this, what, two weeks ago? But we need some better damn coordination than what we have right now or guess what? You'll all starve to death.

Look. If you're still stuck in this damn maze of tunnels, regardless of what the fuck you're doing, then say something here. We need a damn head count. If you don't want to say specifics about where exactly you are, then just don't. Not my business. I just need to know amounts.

If you're bothering to run rations for anyone in here, either say something here or just talk to me privately. How much you can carry and how fast you can get through this place without hurting yourself are key, and keep in fucking mind it takes almost an entire week to get from that museum to food and back.

[A pause. He lets out a tight breath, a muffled sound against the mic as he rubs at his face with his hand.]

And if you're even thinking to come over here to join the mess of people already crawling through here, use your head a little. Don't just add to the people that are already fighting for food unless you have someone around here to actually back you up reasonably.

Can we just fucking do that much? Alright? Sound easy enough?

[He doesn't answer that before the feed ends.]