Just like before, dark triangles and wires pop out of nowhere and tap into pieces of the radio. The holographic screens appear afterwards. A quick check to make sure Perfect Storm is showing them to Dragon, and you give her a nod. "This is Taylor, from Earth Bet. Is anyone there?"
"TSAB Enforcer Command, Lieutenant Azera speaking. Where did you say you're from again?"
Great, somebody who doesn't know what's going on. That's just what you need right now. "Earth Bet. I'm the only mage on my world. I talked to this Tiburon guy a few weeks ago. I'm kind of in a time crunch here, but we need to know how magic blocks out telepathy."
You're worried Azera is going to ask some stupid questions and waste more of your limited time, but she seems to roll with the punches. "What kind of telepathy do you mean? Forcible interrogations, hallucinations, inviolable directives?"
"Maybe the last one." Is the Simurgh's Scream a directive? It certainly makes people act in a way totally opposite to how they normally world, so you guess? "There's a monster on our world who drives whole cities insane whenever she attacks, and I'm one of the only people who can resist her. We think it's because of the Device I picked up, but we don't know for sure, and I don't know how to build them or how they work. I have one of our best engineers on the—"
The screens flicker mid-sentence and die. Staring at Perfect Storm, you bite out, "That was not thirty seconds."