[Another glance down, and some rustling noises as he roots around in his pockets. After a moment the gloom and grey brightens into a view of the room and a puzzled Richie, although there might be fingers obstructing the screen in places. Ah. Relief at the fact that it might not be more Barge weirdness.]
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...Hello?
[And then, to Lua]
I hate when it does that.