You jumped as your door crashed open, Vox storming into your office and locking the door behind him. Before you could ask, he silenced you with a hand, and turned his screen to face you - cracking fracture lines and shattered glass spilled from the monitor, and you arched a brow in question. A question he neglected to answer, as he sat down across from you expectantly.

“Could you… oh, you know…”