The disembodied voice replies without delay. "Sorry to disappoint, my dear; but it I think that's precisely the case. Of course, I first thought he was just giving me the silent treatment after I had made a joke that called-to-question his masculinity - but it soon became apparent that he was just a little too still. Then I realized that the "whooshing" sound I heard earlier came from some sort of sorcery transporting us into these chambers, as well as making our friend Flint here stiff-as-a-board." A momentary pause. "Or rather Flare. Right. Well, not like he can hear me. Anyway, how are you?"