“I heard- uh..” Vox welcomed himself into their office, shutting the door. “..Val’s complaining about you. Figured I would come check in.” He walked over to their couch, taking a seat next to them. He put a hand on their shoulder, his eye flickering. “..Listen, our.. brand, here. It’s about perfection.”

He leaned in closer to them, his voice becoming slightly distorted, like he was yelling into a microphone. “..You don’t want to mess that up, do you?”