Shut up, Charlie.

[Scrad holds the comm out at arm's length. Behind him, Charlie is pointedly facing in the opposite direction. They both seem less laid-back than usual. Their shoulders are tight; a general sulk lurks around them. Scrad says:]

So here's what I wanna know: where are all the non-humans? Hands up, round of snaps, head count, whatev-...

[He's cut off as his own hand yanks the comm away and holds it out at arm's length from Charlie instead. Charlie says:]

Just so you know: I'm not speaking to you.

[Scrad, facing away from the comm, explains through audibly clenched teeth:]

That's not. How not speaking to somebody. Works.

[To which Charlie replies:]

I can't hear you.

[The back of Scrad's head sputters:]

You just-...!

[Scrad pulls the comm back in front of him and line faces into it. The boys are having a fight. They're also projecting it. Have fun interpreting that emotionally, monocephaloids.]