[Rahzel initially panicked, worry clear in her tone (her blood pressure spiking to the point where expensive tea couldn't sooth it. He definitely owed her more tea, too) when Badou first called but now- now that she can hear him bitch and he's not wheezing or in a coma with his ass in the air in some ditch, she can take it down a few notches. The idiot. Making her totally NOT worry and mess up her hair. Blowing it dry without the frizz is incredibly difficult and takes expert precision, dammit.]

Oh, Shank-kun, what other sort of snacks are offered from the vending machines? I sure hope (for your bare asses sake) the cafe is open so I can get a muffin or something sweet, for such an unsweet inconvenience.

[Huff.] Badou, you better pray to Santa and Friedchickeniqua that rats haven't overrun your place. Or eaten this homework you need to get out of detention. I'll be there as soon as I can.

...There better be wifi too.