“Who was that?” Clarissa circled a finger for Miranda to hit replay.
Over the last hour, their communication had actually become surprisingly easy. For each time she spun her forefinger in a circle, Miranda would back up five seconds.
A pinching motion, and Miranda sliced off sections of background noise, such as the engine.
Three circles this time. Fifteen seconds. And a pinch.
The sound replayed.
“Clark: You wanted to meet with me?” She echoed his words aloud.
You wanted to meet with me?”They appeared on the screen almost as fast as she spoke them. Miranda, the only one here with ears as sharp as her own, must have concurred or she wouldn’t have typed them.
“Unknown person:” she continued to echo what she could barely pick out of the background despite all of the noise cancelling.
