You quickly check your communicator. Spit is still offline, Miller is online, and Eastwood is online.

VOIDSY: One last thing. Spit's offline.
EASTWOOD: Got it. I'll watch my back.

VOIDSY: We're here, Wretch.
WRETCH: OH SHIT OKAY hold on i almost got everything set up
VOIDSY: We're liking the warehouse of love, dork.
WRETCH: uVVVu why thank you kind collective, its some bitchin shit if i do say so myself
WRETCH: ok were good cmon in