I'm sure your vague insults and jibs will be forgiven because of your accent, Claude.

[Iona's just giving him a hard time... Which he deserves...

Anyways, Oren is keeping watch and there's no one in the hallways now that the group of girls and any other passing students are gone. Iona is rubbing her hands together, brows furrowed in concentration. To Envision something as complicated as this... Well, if she succeeds, it'll be easier from here on out, that's for sure.]

Ah, Gus, come over here, next to Claude please. This shouldn't take long at all.