Thorn: Kale? You still good down there? . . . It’s okay if you aren’t. No pressure.
Kale: I . . .
[smak smak / clatter]
Hermosa: frickin– Answer call.
Kale (thinking): I don’t want my handler — much less a stranger — listening in on this.
Kale (switching languages): . . . I thought I was going to die, out there.
Dex (on call): Hermosa?
Hermosa: Hey, love. I didn’t expect you to call. Is the party that bad?