"That is the one that got through?" She'd sent a few before, angry, half coherent things about the Fade, about duty, nothing terribly sensible. She'd been tired and aching and needed to yell at someone that would yell back.

All told it is probably for the best he got the calmer, more professional message. "Next time I'm trapped in the fade I'll be certain to send a more heartfelt message of sincere regret."

Because that will happen again, of course, and they'll be like this again, of course.