KIMBERLY WEXLER
"Hello, you've reached Kim Wexler. I can't take your call right now, but please leave your name, contact information and reason for reaching out, and I'll get back to you at the earliest opportunity. Thank you."
[ Something in him bristles at rewarding the kid's foot-stomping with any real information—but that's just pettiness, and pettiness has no place in this. Jimmy reaches for his lapel, as if surprised to find he's not wearing a suit jacket or faction pin. As he hadn't deliberately discarded both before coming here. ] Oh. Sutoku. [ His face'll be on the network at some point.
A quick glance to Kim, but Mikey looms large in his attention. He takes a sharp breath and asks, voice brittle: ] There wasn't another bomb, was there? [ It's asked for show, but the longer he thinks about it, the uneasier he gets. ]
Edited (when you fearmonger yourself) 2022-09-27 20:30 (UTC)
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A quick glance to Kim, but Mikey looms large in his attention. He takes a sharp breath and asks, voice brittle: ] There wasn't another bomb, was there? [ It's asked for show, but the longer he thinks about it, the uneasier he gets. ]