Through the commline, there is a series of pigeon cooing, somehow.
Cirrus.... stares into the empty space in front of him. Baffled.
Huh?
How is... is that a bird? How does a bird have his commlink? Huh?
It takes him an embarrassingly long time to even think to check the frequency. When he does, he's not sure if the fact that he recognizes it makes it better or worse. Smokescreen.... Did something happen to him?
:: Hey... hey, Smokey? Are you okay? ::













