" Seriously? Again? " Vee snarks, crossing her arms at the sight of your broken microphone constantly emitting sparks. She lightly smacks it down, turning around to check in the various drawers and boxes backstage.

She flings out a few useless stuff, before finally yanking out a working spare microphone. She tosses it over to you, which you barely catch, and sighs. " Glisten. This is the 3rd time this week. Be more careful, will you? "

Her eyes narrow as she says this, before shooing you away, returning to whatever else she was doing as quick as she was interrupted.