Mag's Room

If not for the vast distance between them right now, Ilpholin would probably notice a rather strange look on Magtok's face, a contorted expression containing equal amounts surprise, dismay, and helpless indignation.

"...I'll see you soon, then. Disable remote speech function. Abort. End of message...Undo? Shoot, what was the off button? I think it was-"

The Magbot suddenly leaps backwards, the door to the room closing on its own as it tumbles to a clumsy heap on the floor.